“It is Tuesday, near dusk. Night creeps in and strips colors from the scene. Everything is purplish. There have been many Tuesdays in the Minotaur‘s life. He wonders how this one will end.” UncertaintyTuesdayDuskThe MinotaurPurplish Book:The Minotaur Takes His Own Sweet Time Source: The Minotaur Takes His Own Sweet Time
“There is a certain quality of light to be found only in midsummer in the South, as day, slipping into dusk, acquiesces to the filament, the bulb, the porch light; this seductive light is beautiful when it washes across dry cement, the sidewalk and stoop. The light spilling from the phone booth softens and cleanses all that it touches. It's a forgiving and almost protective light. The Minotaur is drawn to it from across the parking lot.” LightDuskThe SouthPhone BoothThe Minotaur Book:The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break Source: The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break