Noah

His ar(t) (k)

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From childhood he dreamed of being able to
keep with him all the objects in the world lined
up on his shelves and bookcases. He denied
lack, oblivion or even the likelihood of a missing
piece. Order streamed from Noah in blue tri-
angles and as the pure fury of his classifications
rose from around him, engulfing his life, they came
to be called waves by others, who drowned, a
world of them.

– Anne Carson

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