unquotidian

You could no more imagine a secret marijuana stash as you could imagine something strange in the brown box – a wonder woman costume she dons when she’s alone, knick knacks from an adventurous backpacking jaunt across Europe when she was broke, photographs of ninjas… Anything of the unquotidian – anything that speaks to some place in the mind where things are out of place.

In Gordath Wood: Writer Patrice Sarath » A room of her own — slavish article on writer’s den 2009