I have become a medium through which words travel,
not a locus of their temporal deconstruction/assemblage-
a reader:
a plane upon which words flow and diverge and bead and flow again
from (and back to) the infinite and infinitely elusive edges
not a locus of their temporal deconstruction/assemblage-
a reader:
a plane upon which words flow and diverge and bead and flow again
from (and back to) the infinite and infinitely elusive edges
Wrote this a few years back when I decided not to be an English major.
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