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Joyce Carol Oates, A Childish and Surely Baseless Fear of Being Buried Alive.
You are on a sidewalk packed and fierce and fueled by desire greed ambition come on come on miracle.
I say something about the time and he replies, “I cannot sleep in this lifeless room, I can’t, I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me.”
“When we really like a book, it’s often because its rhythm is similar to our own—to our heartbeat, our breathing, the way we walk. I think that’s what draws us to certain writers and not to others even though we know they are great.”
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I’m very interested in completely losing a sense of time and scale with my images.