delany-writing

Writing itself would seem to be… marginal to a vast, empty, unarticulated center called reality that was displaced more and more by it.

Thought:

“This is my life’s work. Like Hercules, I have been struggling with the tentacles of a dream for ten years, mastering this softness, this flexibility, this plexibility, this stylized animation, if I may use the expression.”

Vladimir Nabokov | King, Queen, Knave

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