we have moved from "idly skimming house of leaves" territory, into full-blown "rereading house of leaves" territory
i don't know if i'm actually going to read the entire thing all over again, we'll see, but moths, i love this book

and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes
we have moved from "idly skimming house of leaves" territory, into full-blown "rereading house of leaves" territory
i don't know if i'm actually going to read the entire thing all over again, we'll see, but moths, i love this book