Fire and rain

I came to see my life as an unwitting but irresistible collaboration between other texts and other lives. Sometimes my identifications with the stories not about me (not even remotely) came to feel like a rediscovery of my own life and memories, like a haunting.
--Nancy K. Miller. But Enough About Me: Why We Read Other People's Lives.


Quick blip.
Reading.
Writing.
Boiling over with ideas not cooked yet.

Thanks to Pilipo for the reminder that led me to change the title.