acker-eurydice

Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can’t see anything else of her, much less anything else around her.

Thought:

“‘History’ is what we create by the scratching, the annoyance, the irritation of writing, with its aspirations to logic and order, on memory’s uneasy and uncertain discontinuities.”

Samuel R. Delany

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