If you’ve waited for a certain level of evidence of things being bad, you’re already too late. The last forty years is littered not just with dead canaries but dead miners.
“The tension of a finely crafted sentence – one which I attempt to fashion or one which I consume – offers me all the adventure I need – for if I never arrive at closure, to take stock of the cumulative ambiguities “between the lines,” how will I know where I am?”
Mary Caponegro