It is amazing what freedom can be achieved with a bus. I was on the way to where-no-one-knows-where-I-am, on the aforementioned bus, and the moment I got off it and onto the snowblocked streets I thought, exhilarated, “No one can find me! No one!” In order to write, it is necessary to place oneself somewhere a little bit precarious. It’s staging. It’s like moving the chair to what is clearly the wrong place. Gets your attention.


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