That statues are motionless would be true only if the earth were the universe.
Sometimes, when itβs going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery. The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell. Emma is lost on anything less than 120gsm.
There are three classes of men; the retrograde, the stationary and the progressive.
