reading even a paragraph of clarice lispector’s work always inspires me to believe that i have at least a few word-things left in me.
in.
(being a ramshackle cavalcade of whatever emerges from the mind/shed/whim of one tyler w weaver)
reading even a paragraph of clarice lispector’s work always inspires me to believe that i have at least a few word-things left in me.
in.
