The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.
Another happy day.
But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.