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Life, Pimrapee Thungkasemvathana, Published on 22/09/2014
» 'Home. Back there. Trains passing like teeth through my head," Eimear McBride writes. I imagine her, sitting, scribbling feverishly, thought by thought, not in a stream of consciousness, but a stream of intense consciousness, writing a deep violent meditation. I am actively reading, heart cautiously breaking apart, trains passing like teeth through my head.