Beside a dying fire, a writer confronts Wolfgang—the black wolf waiting between myth and memory—then calls Sandi’s true name through red ink. Something answers. So does the cost.
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The Montblanc Red-Ink Notebook – Quantum Gravity
It has slipped behind the wardrobe sometime between the last move and the last argument, wedged in that thin strip of dust where objects go when they are not ready to be thrown away, but no longer wish to be seen. I am looking for nothing in particular — an excuse to delay answering an…
