The Violence of the Moment
A notebook entry.
I have been sitting here for over two hours trying to write something, but I have failed.
This is all I have for you. This bit of nothing. This woman adrift on a sea under moonlight.
Is she asleep? Drowned? A tragedy, or a miracle? A dreamer or a castaway? Ophelia or Ovid’s Arethusa, the nymph who becomes a fountain?
In this land of salt and tides, blood…
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