Can you return to a place you’ve never been? Take for instance: me. Starting a Substack of a series of eleven sentence essays, a prime number, a prime time to try. An essay is a trial, and a topic a thing that if you can’t explain it in eleven sentences, please drop it and come back later. I came back later, I returned, to try. In middle school, my favoured teacher, my literature teacher, the one whom I loved, made us write eleven sentence essays, on school lined paper, on a disarray of topics. A primer for life. It was these eleven sentence essays that made me think I might have a brain. These are my eleven sentence trials to try to use it. It’s Good Friday, prin-temps; we’re all about to refile to wherever we stood. With each circle we’ll train a mark, for each year counts, schooled and lined.
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Love this constraint!