“You know, Geoff, if you really hate the idea of living with your folks,” Roger commented, “you could get a place of your own, around here. You’d have plenty of company. We’re all trying to escape our families.” “That’s for sure,” murmured Justine. I mulled this over as we passed a smallContinue reading “From Book 1: I Hang These Words in Flesh”
I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality. —Antonin Artaud
