I like things to be story-shaped. Reality, however, is not story-shaped, and the eruptions of the odd into our lives are not story-shaped either. They do not end in entirely satisfactory ways. Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can color one's entire day.
It's Pou. Not Poo. Not Pow. Pou. Pronounced Poe. Yup. Like Edgar Allan. That's right.
Welcome to my library
Like Pierre Menard, I get so immersed in the books I read that I can rewrite them — line by line — from memory… I wish.
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