I see it as a twilight genre between the night of confession and the daylight of criticism.
horizonsofabysshas quoted2 years ago
comes the pillar of plain wood, then the white ants that feed on it. But for me, the white ants were there from the start, and the pillar of plain wood emerged tardily, already half eaten away.
Andrew Muthothohas quoted18 days ago
I lacked, in short, the muscles suitable for a dramatic death.