“ To write is to leave the world’s surface, to descend under the sea; the smallest pencil is my tuba.



One doesn’t report great things from grand events, the one suffering from depression thinks.
After his world tour, Bougainville extravagantly gave his name to a flower; the botanist La Billardiere gave his name to a type of grass - not bad; and you, to what? - A pail of vomit? ”

— a snippet of “Sleep Log” by Alain Borer (translated from the French by Mark Irwin and Alain Borer)