I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Monday, February 9, 2015
This was where the strange words spoken by madmen in faraway places were
kept. They were stored in dusty archives of tandeta, whispered into
matchboxes and placed in meticulously labeled wooden drawers. Lost words
with and without meaning.