I feign knowledge of writing: that I know something about it, that I should have learned something after all these years, that I might know something tomorrow. I read too much and write too little, or write too much and live too little. I have no classical education, no literary degree. Im not specialized, Hugoed or geniusized; should I be writing at all? In this whole vast world, Im a female peon sitting here at night wondering what it is I want to say. I aim for fluidity. But no, nix that line, that thought, this life. Thats the crux of it, isnt it? This life: its out of reach. Im not sure what Im saying anymore.
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About Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations.