As soon as I write something on the page, it’s separate from me. I want things to sound like a diary and to sound confessional, but they’re also not real and full of lies.
As soon as I write something on the page, it’s separate from me. I want things to sound like a diary and to sound confessional, but they’re also not real and full of lies.
“Small wonder, then, that he took to inventing stories in which time had a geography, like an island, place moved like the hands of a clock, and point of view was a kind of punctuation. He assigned numbers and symbols to death, love, characters, unexpected developments, transitions, then submitted them to the rhythms of numerologies.”
Robert Coover