for language's sake

One should be light like a bird, and not like a feather.

It’s holding my ambivalence in narrative.

a sudden vision, a pause to ponder, then a rush to get it all down.

More striking, and moving, is the alphabetically ordered, temporally disordered narration: ‘Grandma died. Grandma has been sick. Grandma is ailing still’. Death, after all, comes before life in the dictionary.