Monday, August 5, 2013
The piece begins like this, below. The whole can be found here.
The lines had started to tangle. I was in danger of winking out, going cold, vanishing.
It was a case of too much. It was a series of scenarios in which I couldn’t remember names or small events, manage the pairings of nouns and verbs, or send an email without either losing a word or making one up (we now have revier, instead of river; celebrait instead of celebrate).