book things.

BETTER THAN RUNNING AT NIGHT

in the library i came across Ilya Repin’s ivan the terrible.
a portrayal of the russian tyrant cradling his son and only heir
after having murdered him. the gory picture was said to have made ladies faint.
but it wasnt the amount of blood gushing from the young ivan’s head wound or his
father’s fingers’ inability to stop the leakage that frightened me. it was those eyes.
the look on ivan’s face that said
“holy shit i just did something that cant be changed my life will never again be what it once was.”
i wanted to erase time for that man, no matter how terrible he was.