Face Out of Time
A clock without numbers. A clock without hands. A face out of time. . [ 1621 ]
A clock without numbers. A clock without hands. A face out of time. . [ 1621 ]
Somewhere in the 444-page doorstop that I affectionately call One Hand Clapping, there’s an entry in which I am preoccupied with counting all of the corners in the house we were renting at the time. It ended up being an absurd number — but of course all numbers are absurd — at least I have always found them so. But that didn’t stop me from counting. The big rooms were […]