Writing itself would seem to be… marginal to a vast, empty, unarticulated center called reality that was displaced more and more by it.
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Writing itself would seem to be… marginal to a vast, empty, unarticulated center called reality that was displaced more and more by it.
“Any estimable exercise of the imagination draws upon such a complex richness of memory that it truly enjoys the expansiveness — the surprising turns, the response to light and darkness — of any living thing.”
John Cheever