#LeavingtheAtochaStation
#LeavingtheAtochaStation
#BenLerner

My work,said the second smoker,was much more reminiscent of another poet,whose name l'd never heard, who fled Franco and died in exile,a poet whose capacity to dwell among contradictions without any violent will to resolution formally modeled utopian possibility.
September 7, 2025 at 10:06 AM
Finished #LeavingtheAtochaStation
#BenLerner

I was destined to reproduce the bourgeois family…Or was…the lie… the identity of an addict…had the effort to prolong my adolescent experimentation indefinitely shaded imperceptibly into fearsome if mundane dependence, had mythomania become methomania?
September 25, 2025 at 9:58 AM
>> for all people for all time. Either way, I promised myself, I would never write a novel." #LeavingTheAtochaStation
December 18, 2024 at 3:10 PM
>> a profound experience of the absence of profundity" #LeavingTheAtochaStation
December 18, 2024 at 3:10 PM