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Salt & the Sill
The Unquiet Mind
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The Womb

The Unquiet Mind

Frailty, Thy Name is Nothing

Dissolution of Self and Meaning in Hamlet “O, God, I could be bounded in a nutshell…

The margin is where I live. Salt on the sill, Woolf on the shelf, madness in the veins – and the depths, the unlit, unsound places where the tide moves slow but never rests.

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The Unquiet Mind

Frailty, Thy Name is Nothing