Love in a Time of Catachresis
7 comments • Marocharim • November 8, 2009
I heard someone say that the love letter is every person’s contribution to literature. As honest and as earnest as you want to be in a love letter, people want to land that all-important impression that turns the “bes” to the “babes” (or “behs” to “bhabes,” depending on how you spell it). It doesn’t seem [...]
There are things I'm afraid to tell myself. Instead, I choose to reveal them the world. In sickness, in spite, in all unpleasantness, even in disease. I'm a babbler, a ranter, a writer: neither spiteful nor kind, neither rascal or honorable man. Neither hero or vermin.
