There is one reason that keeps me writing: hope. The hope that I might be able to write what I need to say because it could not be said in any other way.
That said, I am not writing.
There is also the hope of reading, which is much the same: to find, at last, the narrative that allows me to breathe and to step forward actually; not vicariously through a character or the author’s experience, but actually to step forward. The metaphor is the only means.
That said, I am not reading either.
– from This Space
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