Landscape December 1, 2014 1:48:23 AM – 1:52:30 AM

The wall around the words. And yet, was it the big systems I feared? When you say my name, my body answers. I get the day going, writing quietly. I flick through the pages of some random book.

Then someone tried his hand at literary debate. Was there really a fire somewhere? I sat somewhere quiet in the past, writing and drawing. As if someone had written, blindly, on their own memories. The intimacy in writing.