Human hunger birthed the Civlize, but human hunger killed it too.
I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.
Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.
Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!
For me, novels coalesce into being, rather than arrive fully formed.
If you’re in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you’re reading, it’s fate all the way.