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Hahaha good point!
November 25, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Most tempting day-end stopping point yet … I admit I continued on a sentence or two to unlock the mystery!
November 22, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Personification of buildings …
November 22, 2025 at 1:07 PM
Me too
November 22, 2025 at 3:17 AM
Boy, that sure is rectilinear!
November 21, 2025 at 9:15 AM
Great find!! This reinforces the sense that Cusk uses structure as metaphor. Her living space, she describes here, as “…a record of your mistakes and your successes; it’s almost unbearably real in that way.”

Also, I love that she’s created “a room of her own.”
November 21, 2025 at 4:01 AM
“His first act…after I left [was to] knock down all the…walls…to create one enormous space. For weeks [it] was a chaos of rubble…a steel beam had to be transported…to support the roof...[He was frenzied]...to stand at the windows at one end...and see all the way thru the windows at the other.”
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November 17, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Quote by Karen Shepard: “..all of my fiction is centrally concerned (obsessed?) with the way my characters swing between protecting themselves and taking responsibility for themselves. I’m interested in the sources and consequences of those behaviors, and” [how empathy enables taking responsibility]
November 17, 2025 at 3:12 PM
P.1 “a major transit was due to occur shortly in my sky.” Astronomical transit is when a celestial object passes visually in front of another; w/ planets & sun, it’s rare. Astrological transit interprets mvmt of planets from where they were at person’s birth to predict future.[cue portentous music]
November 14, 2025 at 8:31 PM
“Excruciatingly banal” is my new favorite phrase!
November 10, 2025 at 4:47 AM
This is the cover for my edition … Hollow? Reflecting/echoing external sounds? Poised precariously on shifting sand? And yet, still so beautiful?
November 7, 2025 at 4:54 PM
Reminiscent of another existentialist work, Nausea by Sartre.
November 6, 2025 at 12:18 PM
“She would feel the word [meaninglessness] start to rise, and she would try to hold it down but it kept coming, rising and rising until it had popped into her head.”

Complete existential angst as her life, environment, mind splinters.
November 6, 2025 at 12:16 PM
The scimitar image stopped me in my tracks … what a threatening herald for a new day. Maybe because I just re-read Kafka’s Metamorphosis … it is looking and feeling to me so grim, disconnected, and dystopian.
November 5, 2025 at 1:20 PM
This reminds me of a remarkable collaboration that emerged out of the pandemic called The Birdsong Project. 172 songs and 73 poems, plus essays, artwork and more contributed by hundreds of artists and performers. All inspired by birdsong. www.thebirdsongproject.com/for-the-birds
For The Birds: The Birdsong Project — The Birdsong Project
For The Birds: The Birdsong Project is a collection of over 200 tracks of original music and bird-related poetry, created by Grammy award winning music supervisor Randall Poster. All proceeds benefit ...
www.thebirdsongproject.com
November 4, 2025 at 4:41 AM
This is really cool. I can detect it best with the wood thrush and the oriole, but the spectrograms visually suggest noticeable parallels.

It is so powerful to think of him sitting in prison and hearing these birds.
November 4, 2025 at 4:32 AM
Thank you so much for posting. It is so mournful. It doesn’t sound like birds to me … as some other classical pieces sometimes do … more like wind moaning through empty caverns. But, either way, wind or birds, they still move freely and sing.
November 4, 2025 at 3:25 AM
This narrative thread has been giving me the creeps since the first boat ride out to the secluded cove.
October 28, 2025 at 1:12 AM
I started to say I hadn’t read either, and then realized they are movies … grabbing the popcorn soon!
October 26, 2025 at 1:23 PM