We strive to not be versions or the dead. Always expecting lace but coming up cotton. The lack is hungry.
“A passage of fiction is not an account of something that might once have happened in the visible world; it is not even an account of something that could conceivably have happened in that world… Such issues are irrelevant; a passage of fiction reports his or her contemplation of what did happen or what did not happen or what might have happened or what can never happen.”
Gerald Murnane