Don’t be dull
- White Out: The Secret Life of Heroin by Michael Clune
Hazelden, 261 pp, £11.50, April 2013, ISBN 978 1 61649 208 3
Michael Clune first took heroin in July 1997. Afterwards, he lay on the roof of his friend Chip’s New York apartment:
A single cloud moved through the blue sky … My eye was a glass box, and inside it there was no time. I kept the cloud inside it. I wish I could show it to you. I never imagined this could happen. A breath entering my nostrils coiled over the nerves, losing all dimension. This was the end of desire. The end of wanting. The end of fear. The end of desire. I had carefully preserved some precious memories from my childhood. Those memories seemed to promise a great happiness at the end of things. I had taken them as signs from the invisible world, and made a private religion of them. Lying on my back on Chip’s roof, all the memories of my childhood turned white one by one.
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