I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me. — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
“And finally the glass that contains and spills this stuff continually while the drinker hunches before it, while the bartender gathers up empties, gives back the drinker's own face. Who knows what it looks like; who cares whether or not… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
