I measure my life in sentences pressed out, line by line, like the lustrous ooze on the underside of the snail, the snail's secret open seam, its wound, leaking attar.
Portrait of the Artist as a Bad Character: And Other Essays on Writing (ed. 1996)
I measure my life in sentences pressed out, line by line, like the lustrous ooze on the underside of the snail, the snail's secret open seam, its wound, leaking attar.
Portrait of the Artist as a Bad Character: And Other Essays on Writing (ed. 1996)