Debbie Foster

And this was something else she liked, that drop into the fever of not knowing, except it’s not confusion exactly, more a case of one part of you not

To what extent was mind just circumstance? Would he begin to think like Mr. Earle, to become like him? But mind must also be the history of circumstan

She tried to gather herself but the self she sought was a shoal of fish swimming far below her. Pull closer and it dissolved into a thousand darting f

There are times when your body just follows you around, like a dog or a younger brother.

When I was small and easily wounded, books were my carapace. If I were recalled to my hurts in the middle of a book, they somehow mattered less. My co

Colin Wilson has described Husserl and phenomenology itself as “a prosaic way of developing the mystical faculty,”