January 2012
23 posts
“listening to rainer, serge thinks of entrances to cave and wells, of worm- and foxholes, rabbits’ burrows, and all things that lead into the earth.”
—c by tom mccarthy
“the black birds are still whirring high above them; learmont can’t tell if they’ve multiplied or if it’s just his tiredness breaking the sky’s dome into slow-moving dots.”
—c by tom mccarthy
“it was in this familiar darkness…that he’d first felt homesick.”
—second lives by daniel alarcón
