Falling

If only I could gather myself up, all of me, into a single urgent sentence. How to attain that plane on which sentence succeeds sentence as by a kind of fate? Then writing would be as simple as falling. It would be a matter, simply, of following writing through the days and nights. Following, falling, and you would catch fire as you fell.

Donna and Laura in Fire Walk With Me: ‘Do you think that if you were falling in space you would slow down after a while or go faster and faster?’ – ‘Faster and faster. For a long time you wouldn’t feel anything. Then you would burst into fire … forever.’