Tuesday, December 7, 2010


"the water went shuckashucka and kissed her again and again." p.44 How We are Hungry

I wonder if there is something about snow that absorbs sound more completely than any other element. It seems to drink in sound the way the moon is drinking the night. When I walk through it at night I feel like I can't hear anything but my own thoughts freezing and shattering on the ground.


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