I’ve been wrestling with how things are written, and the qualities that make something worth writing. I want to offer more than exegesis, because explanation is privileged, spiteful, and demanding. And so perhaps I want my writing to embody a confession and a request:
on love and language
on love and language
on love and language
I’ve been wrestling with how things are written, and the qualities that make something worth writing. I want to offer more than exegesis, because explanation is privileged, spiteful, and demanding. And so perhaps I want my writing to embody a confession and a request: