Thursday, 6 February 2014

Mapping The Territory - Elegy (6)


MAPPING THE TERRITORY - ELEGY (6)



'Oi.'

I prodded her hard as she lay on her back; grunting and moaning, wrapped up in a sack.

'I hate this fact . . .

'We can only embrace the things we can name. But to call a thing something is never the same as the stuff that we actually feel. (It always sounds smaller, somehow.)'

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