John Palcewski (forioscribe) wrote,
John Palcewski

Dark Premonition

Rome, March 1973. I’m thinking very seriously of abandoning my magazine career, wife, and daughter in New York. Dropping out, disappearing. Starting an entirely new life as a street beggar or hustler or gigilo in the city that was not built in a day. Why? Because I know in my gut that nothing ahead will turn out well. It’s going to be the screaming banshees, writhing snakes, blindness, paralysis and suffocation of a never-ending nightmare. Does my beautiful little daughter have the same dark premonition? Sometimes I think I catch a glimpse of it.


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