Autobiography of Red

“The skin of the soul is a miracle of mutual pressures.”
“A man moves through time. It means nothing except that like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.”

Dream-reading. Words that waltz off the page, spin you around, words that make you sit up straight. Anarchy, not disorder. At one point read while walking down the street. I don't like to overexpose these things. It's very good.