r/ProsePorn

“This free air, this wind that strikes me in the soul of the face leaving it troubled in an imitation of an anguished ever-new ecstasy, anew and always, every time the plunge into a bottomless thing into which I fall always ceaselessly falling until I die and achieve at last silence.” —Clarice Lispector, ‘The Stream of Life’ (tr. Elizabeth Lowe and Earl Fitz)