It is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.
“The secret is too plain. The pity of it smarts, Makes hot tears spurt: that the soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.“
John Ashbery | “Self-Portrait in Convex Mirror”
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