When you read Rebecca Solnit’s words, “It’s the job of writers and explorers to see more, to travel light when it comes to preconception, to go into the dark with their eyes open,”* and want to live within their dicta, to wander through your own mind without a flashlight, inviting the demons to jump up, the spirits to move, the pigeons to rattle the vents—and to write all the words in the dark into your own skin, and to hope in vain to remember the feeling of the words penetrating you in the cold light.

* from her essay "Woolf's Darkness: Embracing the Inexplicable"

What are the Sneaky Feels?

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AuthorJohn Proctor