Janet Frame creates the topology of my mind:
“Well I’m not going to do anymore expressing.
This is my last story.
And I’m going to put three dots with my typewriter, impressively, and then I’m going to begin . . .
I think I must be frozen inside with no heart to speak of. I think I’ve got the wrong way of looking at life” (from My Last Story).
” . . . it would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we’re always in other places, lost, like sheep, and I cannot understand the leafless cloudy secret and the sun of any day” (from The Day of the Sheep).