INTO THE SILENCE
To obsessively compose and rearrange those familiar characters that stretch in taut black furrows across the perfect whiteness of the page is what I must do, in much the same way as the spider is compelled to spin its web or the bird to build its nest. Eventually these sentences will assemble themselves into ever more complex configurations, in the manner of atoms forming molecular structures. It is at this point that the voices rear up. This is not our way of speaking, they