A biography for Peter Akintihasn’t been written yet.
“Life was complicated, I thought. Not just the living but dealing with the realities and the instinct for order that other people have, that I didn't always grasp.”
“All you could do was hope for silence, for still air.”
“Strange that, the way happiness only works in retrospect.”
“He didn't speak much but the little he said kept me busy.”
“Like two old philosophers, Ashvin and James spoke of the ruin of their lives, their unfulfilled needs, their unanswered prayers and ultimately they were seduced by the phantom call to death by suicide its science, its poetry, its violence, its art.”