200416: Anything, Honest

I would have given anything. Honest.

“The hands of a clock run in only one direction.”

Text from South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami (pp. 44-5)
Collage on paper.
Not yet 72 hours sober.
Hanging on.



  1. Saw this, liked it, flipped through the book on a curious whim, and found that somehow the only bit I’d marked in the entire thing was “choking, like every day I was shrinking and would someday disappear completely.”

    Fair enough.

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