“This way through night’s magic corridors where our beloved come back to us alive, right here and with no blood tax at the border.” —Hélène Cixous, Dream I Tell You "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." —W. B. Yeats, 'The Cloths of Heaven' Picture it, a… Continue reading Hypomnêsis
Letters for Rent 