How a Natalie counts sheep.
At night, sometimes when I can't sleep, I involuntarily run through little lists of dissimilar things just to see how possible it is to divorce the sentimentality or connotation of one word from the starkly opposing inherent sentimentality or connotation of another word. Little thrills. Mostly, I guess this exercise has something to do with marveling at how Faulkner and lawnmowers exist in this little reality, side-by-side.
I've just started Dostoevsky's The Double. So much for attempting that story about dopplegangers I've been thinking about and working on (albeit idly), lately.
I've just started Dostoevsky's The Double. So much for attempting that story about dopplegangers I've been thinking about and working on (albeit idly), lately.