December 14th 1922
Over wire-rimmed glasses, Virginia Woolf peers down at the drawing, takes in the words, breathes in an imagined Argentinian starry sky. Continue reading December 14th 1922
Tag: literature
What I Thought About Normal People
What if things go south and you’re reminded that there wasn’t even technically anything there to be upset about in the first place? Continue reading What I Thought About Normal People
When Will I Have Read Enough Books?
It’s an unattainable goal, almost certainly. Continue reading When Will I Have Read Enough Books?
