The Office
The context of this room with its one window, desk and bookshelves, cheap art, is suddenly stifling. The beautifully parallel horizontal blue lines on white legal, and me staring left to right, knowing that the ink when it meets the resistance of the page will feel introverted, compressed, not at liberty to jump, the two skinny, vertical red lines to get past the margin. Perhaps a better milieu, a hill looking out on an open field of poppies or high corn, sitting under an oak stretching toward the sun, acorns falling, and white clouds, moving steadily across blue velvet. Or the deck of a...
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