jointly exhaustive and mutually exclusive.
new yorker taking an extended course in southern immersion. learning the proper uses of words like "y'all" and "triflin'." writer by nature and music lover by heart and peddler by trade.
Let the things fall apart. Let it all break to pieces. The cracks are how the light gets in. I know this only because I have stood under the falling rain and tried to make it stop, and mostly you just look stupid doing it, and the rain still falls down.
Let it pour, and then make a story out of it. Like a Writer would do. How you were intrepid, and spunky. How no one handed you anything, and you managed anyway. How eight good friends rode to the rescue, and you never had to ask.
Jennifer Lawler, “On God the Novelist”