Saturday, July 25

"And when the day reaches its end I hear the crickets and become entirely full and unintelligible. Then come the early hours bulging full of thousands of blaring little birds. And each thing that happens to me I live by noting it down. Because I want to feel in my probing hands the living and quivering nerve of the today."
 - Clarice Lispector
Água Viva
other sides of a nobody

  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov