"Even as a young child, I understood that infinity was a vast fathomless chasm inside the brain into which we fall and fall through out our lives, fall and fall unnamed, faceless and unknown, where even, in time, the love of our parents is lost. Even the love of our mothers is lost. And all memory waking from a thin tormented sleep like frothy water spilled across his face and he's struggling to breathe, choking and coughing... Slipping into infinity, a pleat in time and the twist of the pen and there's freedom!"
-Joyce Carol Oates, Fossil-Figures
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