On the Calculation of Volume (Book II)

It is the Tara Selter with hopes and dreams who has fallen out of the picture, been thrown off the world, run over the

edge, been poured out, carried off down the stream of eighteenths of November, lost, evaporated, swept out to sea.

Or perhaps I do it because the paper remembers what I say. As if I existed. As if someone were listening.

that children who are not damaged along the way will automatically make the world a better place.

lambs in the field. There are sheds full of spring, the sheep lamb, the cows calve, the

bitter taste it is most unpleasant to the