I know roughly speaking, how I became a writer. I don’t know precisely why. In order to exist, did I really need to line up words and sentences? In order to exist, was it enough for me to be the author of a few books? … One day I shall certainly have to start using words to uncover what is real, to uncover my reality.
–Georges Perec, Species of Spaces and Other Pieces (1974)
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