narrative
-
Everything in Moderation, Even Moderation. – Oscar Wilde
-
As in: “A dreadful building of gray stone and brown wood, it sported cherry-red shutters (not all of them shut) which by some mnemoptical trick he remembered as apple green.” – Vladimir Nabokov Source: Transparent Things Believe it or not, I just started reading Nabokov. I’ve resisted for many years for as many reasons, reasons
-
My recent skin diagnosis could be summed up like this: “Hey, 70s girl who spent hours soaking up the sun, competing to be the ‘darkest tanned’ in high school – you’re incredibly fortunate. That spot on your shoulder was serious (an L2 concern), but thankfully not the most severe kind (L3), and you fortunately got
-
Art house theatres in the 80s introduced my rural sensibilities to the avant garde of future American cinema at its cultural depths.
-
Watching David Lynch’s first film, Eraserhead, in a 1980s vintage West Los Angeles theatre was a paradigm shifter. For a twenty-something from the rural American South, a heightened sense of boundless creativity soaked into me in that threadbare movie house and changed my newly acquired urban trajectory. Lynch’s connection with the fecund space of infinity
-
If I felt that there were any other way I would take that route in a minute. It turns out, though, that saying the thing that is underneath all the subterfuge is actually what’s easier in the long run. The Realm of Possibility Underneath the things I’d rather say because they are what I am
Auguste Hill 