Status Updates From The Faraway Nearby

“Maybe preservatives are where a historian’s urges meet a cook’s capacities. I wish that I could put up yesterday’s evening sky for all posterity, could preserve a night of love, the sound of a mountain stream, a realization as it sets my mind afire […], line them up in jars where they might be admired in the interim and tasted again as needed” (82-83).

“Books are solitudes in which we meet.” (54)
I’m gnawing on the bars of my enclosure, inject this book into my veins

I wish I was a creative writing professor so I could start teaching this book, TOMORROW