Looking back at looking back, What Drives Me,

I’ve just re-read this essay: What Drives Me Confronting the double-bind, * Growing up in a predicament we get past incredulity or we take refuge in madness. This has been a difficult time to find the traction with which to continue writing about our predicament. What Drives Me points at an inkling – too amorphous toContinue reading “Looking back at looking back, What Drives Me,”