“Then “love,” or “falling in love,” an extra density
textured into the weave of the days, a craziness,
an orchidaceous inter-dimensional blossoming
of the otherwise-linear creatures we were.”
— Albert Goldbarth
“Then “love,” or “falling in love,” an extra density
textured into the weave of the days, a craziness,
an orchidaceous inter-dimensional blossoming
of the otherwise-linear creatures we were.”
— Albert Goldbarth