vollmann-apology

July 2, 2025

I can only protrude my wormlike tendrils of apology, craving forbearance on the grounds that a writer must write about what he knows, and since I know nothing about any subject it scarcely matters where I dabble.

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“We are all born mad. Some remain so.”

Samuel Beckett | Waiting for Godot

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