Hamilton, Jane 1996

Wednesday, April 17, 1996

There is no sound but the melody of the dial-up, the purity of the following Gregorian tones, and the sweet nihilistic measure of static. The brief elemental vibration that means contact. And then nothing. No smudge of ink, no greasy thumbprint left behind.

– Jane Hamilton, “Disobedience”

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