The Necessary Witch

jakeronomicon:

Curiously, the bells are quieter now; there is a layer of ash, fine as dust, over everything, and at noon the sun falls heavy as rain.

Silhouettes, like great black holes, sink into space at twilight and read like clouds — a monster, a cartoon, the princess.

Even the silence is chaotic; glass…

Narrative affects us in the same way dreams affects us. They share the same insubstantiality. They both have the hidden capacity to alter reality. Dreams may be freer because they are not composed of words, but when narrativefiction has entered us, it no longer exists as words either…

- Ben Okri, A Way of Being Free

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