Celine Song
i n t r o d u c t i o n & i ii iii iv v rec

I am a Manhattan-based playwright who writes letters to dead people.

"What, after all, is a clock? Without your grownup it is nothing. It is the grownup who winds it, who sets it back or ahead, who takes it to the watchmaker to be checked, cleaned, and when necessary repaired. Just as with the cuckoo that stops calling too soon, just as with upset saltcellars, spiders seen in the morning, black cats on the left, the oil portrait of Uncle that falls off the wall because the nail has come loose in the plaster, just as in a mirror, grownups see more in and behind a clock than any clock can justify."

Gunter Grass, The Tin Drum

Greying by Gabrielle Wee.
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