by Jordan Dotson | Sep 7, 2015 | Things I wish I'd written
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year’s loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference. …from Street of Crocodiles, by the strange, frustrating, and inimitable Bruno Schulz, who saw no... by Jordan Dotson | Nov 11, 2014 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written
The stove roared and whistled, as if a whole pack of hounds or demons were held captive in it. …from The Street of Crocodiles, by Bruno Schultz, who by all accounts was a pretty weird dude.