Feel like i'm both running and falling out of time with a 16,000 word deadline looming next week, part of my MA. Working on the last 4000 word essay of which these are two of the too many ingredients

David Grossman's book should be staged. Tomorrow.
... my imagination
cleaves the hunk of stone until
it cracks, then crumbles,
falls around you,
and then suddenly
you are there:
naked,
breathtaking,
glowing in the palm of rock ...
p.138