November 2024

The finest fictions often stay vividly in our minds thanks to their deeply satisfying irresolution.

Old age brings with it, for example, a most unnatural fragmentation of the body: the left hip goes years before the right; this or that organ begins to fail while the one adjacent to it remains perfectly healthy; every piece of you turns out to be on its own separate schedule.

I want to argue gently for the value of different sorts of reproductions, for reproductions’ having their own kind of presence in time and space.