ColemanRidge

Everyone is registered, internally and externally, in such intense detail that it makes me want to rock my head and unfocus my eyes. Every so often Woolf looks at a tree or a rock and it lights up like it's on fire, and then, wham, I'm back inside someone again. I don't even know this much about my own experience, and I am in everyone's head, knowing more about what they are experiencing than they do, all at once. When I look up from this book, the world looks like a pleasant escape fantasy written by an earnest hack.

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