Part of any literary project worth its salt is an acknowledgement of a certain ignorance, a sense of potential knowledge that always and necessarily exceeds one’s grasp.
Part of any literary project worth its salt is an acknowledgement of a certain ignorance, a sense of potential knowledge that always and necessarily exceeds one’s grasp.
“The idea that the world was a single limited globe turns out to be a wildly unlikely mistake. No one has ever seen it or mapped it, and you can go on from land to land following one after another without end. The exploration begins inside your own body.”
Michael Cisco