“Words are such thin shavings of the fractal fruit,tiny scraping of the skin that holdsthese joyously determined swirls of historyinside their juicy turbulence.Talking itself westward after the day's feast,each little word with its meaning strapped to its backfalls down the swell of tomorrowlike a hiker with hopeful new shoes.”Help us translate this quoteKaren Press Purposefully peeling footsteps (Home, 2000)
