david Ramati

During my return home on furlough from the Vietnam War, I was supposed to have had time to reconnect with my mother for about a month. Instead, I came home to her funeral. Fresh from the war.And here we have the story in a nutshell — the twilight of sanity, forces beyond our control, small people caught up in a dehumanizing process, nothing special about me. Trapped between life and death, truth and lies, light and dark is the disconnect— being neither here nor there, feeling but not feeling, a vivid intensity in the inner world that drains substance from the outer world reality.These themes play out in the different phases of the story — leaving Vietnam, landing in my hometown where I...