this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ars poetica
“But when we sit together, close […] we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.”
— Virginia Woolf,
The Waves
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment