The land of embarrassment and breakfast.
History isn't what happened, history is just what historians tell us.
But that’s one advantage of fiction, you can speed up time.
Reading is a majority skill but a minority art. Yet nothing can replace the exact, complicated, subtle communion between absent author and entranced, present reader.
I have an instinct for survival, for self-preservation.
I was initially planning to write about grief in terms of Eurydice and the myth thereof. By that point the overall metaphor of height and depth and flat and falling and rising was coming into being in my mind.