The writing for GIN: A TASTING COURSE was so intense and so compressed that it feels as though it happened to someone else. Reading back through passages now makes me wonder if I wrote them in a fugue state. I recognise the words, and it’s my “voice” there on the page, but it is as if the work arrived fully-formed from on high.
I’m meant to be…
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