Sliced in two like a flatfish, each of us is perpetually hunting for the matching half of himself.
Sliced in two like a flatfish, each of us is perpetually hunting for the matching half of himself.
“A mythical animal, the vicuña fares well in the volcanic regions of northern Peru. Light thunders down on it, like Milton at his daughters. Hear that? – they are counting under their breath. When you take up your axe, listen. Hoofbeats. Wind.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on Vicuñas”