To tell the truth I do not create anything — I clean up a sort of hidden medal, a statue buried in loam… Everything is already written outside of man in the sky.
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To tell the truth I do not create anything — I clean up a sort of hidden medal, a statue buried in loam… Everything is already written outside of man in the sky.
“Sometimes God will drop a fit on you.
Leave you on your bed howling.
Don’t take it meanly.”
Anne Carson | “The God Fit”