I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
Sunday, August 16, 2015
from Transparent Things
This is, I believe, it: not the crude anguish of physical death but the incomparable pangs of the mysterious mental maneuver needed to pass from one state of being to another. Easy, you know, does it, son. –Vladimir Nabokov