“And so I go into the woods. As I go in under the trees, dependably, almost at once, and by nothing I do, things fall into place,” he once wrote. “I enter an order that does not exist outside, in the human spaces. I feel my life take its place

... which is strange because this morning I was thinking exactly the same thing. However the thought is bluntly disputed by Brittany Allen. In her squib on Rachel Cusk's Life of M, more than likely about Natalie Portman, Allen writes, "Yet those are people, in her pages."

...There are few images to be found. One has to dig for them like an archaeologist. One has to search through this ravaged landscape to find anything at all... It's often tied up with risk, of course, which I would never shun, but I see so few people

—it is the “narraton particles” emitted from the Oort Cloud that explain the capacity of a certain well-known terrestrial species for telling stories, or in other words for presenting as true what is in fact false. –"Back from the Oort Cloud: An Interview with JSR in PLOOI Magazine,

Ao translates as bay and Nang, princess. Railay comes from a Malay word meaning rice-producing. Exploring the environs, forgoing the fondue, sitting beach-side into the sunset: then electricity: 0:00 /0:24 1× 0:00 /0:43 1× snaps of ventilated cars and obligatory cats: the loudest longtail

1996 in Spanish 2015 in English George Henson's translation although, the following is Stuart Cooke's translation: ... a simple description, without additions, without delays, echoes or shadows, fatally reduces the power of the story, converts it into a mere anecdote—something vulgar, basically. Always, from the very