Monday, August 24, 2009
More from Tony Cohan..
I love this passage partly because it rings so true in our own life, marked as it's been by stretches of contented enruttedness followed by exhilarating episodes of rutbusting, but also because he manages to use "accrete," a word I've desperately wished to sneak into a conversation ever since high school.
"We accrete histories even in the places we flee to. Empty white rooms fill up with things. Dreams become accomplishments stacked like firewood or abandoned like scrap. We embalm ourselves inside passions of our own devising."
"We accrete histories even in the places we flee to. Empty white rooms fill up with things. Dreams become accomplishments stacked like firewood or abandoned like scrap. We embalm ourselves inside passions of our own devising."
# posted by goots @ 5:06 PM 
