“just tell me what you saw this morning. you know, ‘i saw a water glass on a brown tablecloth and the light came through it in three places.’ no metaphor. and to resist metaphor is very difficult because you have to actually endure the thing itself, which hurts us for some reason. but then about the fourth week, suddenly all this stuff comes clanking out. the slice of an apple. the sound of a trash can closing.”
— maria howe.

inspired by michael's.