1. The stolon and the radix: putting into words what cannot be said
I have learned to love Montaigne. This did not happened quickly or easily, but the affection began when I read this: “I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind, and to work some of those contradictions out for myself.”
These words felt true to me. Perhaps I did not always write for such a perfect cause, but at least I knew I should, and that I might as well be following in the steps of a better man.
Words were my first escape in more ways than just what I found on the page in the stories I read. There was also refuge in the meanings alone. There was secrecy to be had in their use in uncertain company.