Ideas folding in on themselves like proteins
I am obsessed with the work of an author whose work I have never read. I’m not sure what to do with that. Part of my brain wants to keep up this years-long academic hate-crush in just the same way I’ve always carried on — by continuing to NOT read the author’s work, but to consume every story or article about that work and then think myself in circles about how much the author AND the way people talk about the work both irritate and entice me. Part of my brain thinks the other part is an idiot and should just get on with reading the ACTUAL fiction of the author in question. Does it even matter who it is? What would you do?
And, oh, yeah, HI! Distractable summer, blah blah blah. Throw open the windows and let in some air and sunshine. Sweep out the crickets and we’ll get on with SOMEthing, shall we? xo
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