There must be a crack in the fabric of the house, the candle flickers as if it can’t decide, and the piece of paper on which I’d been scribbling all day long, trying to find a beginning, lies on the floor, butter-side down. But the doors and windows are all tightly closed. A beginning of … Continue reading "A jay in the grass is a turning point in history: In a Cabin, in the Woods by Michael Krüger"
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