some kind of hunting has been going on, and it’s the thrill of capture that i’m after, the victory of pouncing on a piece of life, trapping it in the net of language, pressing it down into black and white.
but if you are, please don’t feed me with words.
some kind of hunting has been going on, and it’s the thrill of capture that i’m after, the victory of pouncing on a piece of life, trapping it in the net of language, pressing it down into black and white.
