another life.
" She f e l t
as if she were standing
on the edge of a precipice
with her hair blown back
She was about to grasp something
that just e v a d e d her
' There must be another l i f e
here and now, '
she repeated
This is too short
too b r o k e n
We k n o w nothing
even about o u r s e l v e s . "
- Virginia Woolf, The Years
