Category Archives: Writing

The nights are not innumerable. It is just that I cannot count them. Streams of molten tar pour down the road. I am stripped of all illusions. I would like to describe the table again. I would like to find … Continue reading →

Tonight, the fiftieth night, the night I had no need to write, the night beyond the limit of what was required, I cannot help but notice that I have not hung out my washing. It is there on the chair, … Continue reading →

I started with the following rules: Must be written at my kitchen table. Must begin with the specific things that lie before me. Must regard nothing as unworthy of consideration. Must take shape as a single prose paragraph. Must write … Continue reading →