At 20, 25, 30, we begin to realise that the possibilities of escape are getting fewer. We have jobs, children, partners, debts. This is the part of us to which literary fiction speaks.
“We do not deride the fears of prospering white America. A nation of violence and private property has every reason to dread the violated and the deprived.”
“The Milky Way is nothing else but a mass of innumerable stars planted together in clusters.”