harangued and harassed

Tide Pool

Nature repulsed her in myriad ways—psychological and visceral assaults. She needed to be harangued and harassed—everyday and in every way. Her Sisyphean rock would be the nocturnal infrared world she sensed in the water. She would remain in Maine forevermore. She took up residence with a sea urchin in a tide pool. She waited for night to fall.

“I wasn’t convinced that a workshop full of 13 other young writers trying to find their voices was the best place for me to find my voice.”

— Elizabeth Gilbert / “Thoughts on Writing”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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