"He began to look out for empty matchboxes. Each offered a world of possibilities for the minute objects and the patterns he could make of them, patterns that he could alter endlessly as pieces of coloured glass can be shifted in a kaleidoscope. Lying open, they revealed themselves like constellations in the night. Shut in a box, they become invisible. And he could carry them on him, keep them to himself; no one would know."
~ Anita Desai, The Artist of Disappearance, p. 153.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
06.23.12
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