Marginalia, no.152

Provincial American cities evoke in me a terrible feeling of desolation as evening falls… Whereas in Manhattan at any hour of the night one can step into the street and encounter a werewolf or at least a derelict who will vomit on one’s shoes. How can I exist in a place in which I am not reminded incessantly that only man is vile?

~ Thomas Berger, in a letter

Everyone suffers the occasional failure of imagination.

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