I read a book, am vortexed in with no escape; my face contorts, eyelids frost, breath comes short, body longs, heart stop-starts. Who’s to say too much won’t kill me? Who’s to say I care?

Chila Woychik

Tag: writing writing-life rats writing-process on-being-a-rat writing-extremes

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