Dina H.’s Reviews > Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays > Status Update

«My quick-summoned first love-how everything was enough because I knew so little but felt cramped with certainty-is, I'm afraid, just like writing. That is to say, what can transpire if writing becomes a reason for living outside the real without prying it open.
How, like first love, writing can be foiling, agitated, totally addictive. Sweet,insistent, jeweled. Consuming though rarely nourishing. A new tactility.»