Saturday, October 08, 2005
comfort
I've surrounded myself with an intellectual comfort. I have a wall of books—over fifty for my thesis alone—that fill the lower shelf of my cubicle, an imposing presence across the entire field of my vision as I sit, eyes moving back and forth from book to screen, attempting to write about painting and Proust.
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