If I could float above them in absolute darkness, I imagine they would look like constellations, these countless roadside shrines, their vigil lights flickering softly, the roads whose twists and turns they mark invisible. Perhaps, as I watched from above, one or two more would appear, lit by unseen hands; I would hear a latch... Continue Reading →
So this is me, then.
Fragment 1. I gather the wood from many different places. I find it in forests, on hills and beaches. There are no prerequisites for what makes a piece of wood suitable; it might be its texture, shape, or the contours of its extremities. Some, for example, curve out and away, like a curl of hair, or... Continue Reading →