EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Tuesday, February 25, 2025
ANNE CARSON “Town of the Sound of a Twig Breaking”
Their faces I thought were knives. The way they pointed them at me. And waited. A hunter is someone who listens. So hard to his prey it pulls the weapon. Out of his hand and impales. Itself.
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