I read Mojave Ghost: A Poem Novel by Forrest Gander. 📚
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“Narrative, you say, is just one way of navigating time.
And those perceptions culled
by the restraints of narrative
become available to other trajectories.Meanwhile, the future blows toward us without handholds. It is a gaping. An already. A maw.
What happens when the mind is no longer a place of duration?
If you want to resuscitate your destiny, you joked early in our relationship, start with the present…”