With help from quickened clouds, the light sweeps up shadows and strews them again in such fluid succession it’s as if my field of vision were a room, its brightness controlled by a giant dimmer on the arching sky, a dull disk rolled by a capricious wraith.
I have sometimes had the idea that life is just one jailbreak after another, and though men were sometimes involved, they were not necessarily my jailers.
What a cursed condition for everyman! - Is there any redemption to be had other than lyrical prose of suffering to be squeezed out of sisyphus on a daily basis?
Thanks, Murph. Lyrical prose is my preferred form of redemption, at least for now. I think it’s possible to find another version in the right relationships, and I don’t solely have romantic/sexual ones in mind
I have sometimes had the idea that life is just one jailbreak after another, and though men were sometimes involved, they were not necessarily my jailers.
I like that metaphor
What a cursed condition for everyman! - Is there any redemption to be had other than lyrical prose of suffering to be squeezed out of sisyphus on a daily basis?
Sublime style, CC.
Thanks, Murph. Lyrical prose is my preferred form of redemption, at least for now. I think it’s possible to find another version in the right relationships, and I don’t solely have romantic/sexual ones in mind
Lovely. Currently reading The Neighbour. Very good.
Glad you’re digging the novel