“She’d take it off and put it back on, flick it, spin it on the kitchen table. Thought of melting it in the oven, throwing it out the window, letting it slip through the open drain in the bathroom.”
Dedicated to all the unsung sons (and daughters) of God.
“Last Sunday I bought an old, flea market suitcase so that I could put in it disheveled piles of books conspiring to build up yet another wall next to my bed. (…)Now, a week later, I am quite certain that these books just had to be locked up! (…)safely locked up, they cannot haunt me as when they were at large. The idea is: I will set them briefly free for review purposes and then lock them up again. (…)Let me start with the book that broke my heart.”