The world is there in every word, no matter how small. The world is poured into each of these literary words as into a funnel, which draws together all of the writer’s life circumstances and experiences, everything the writer knows, and possibly hates, about culture and history, but also about vegetation, landscape, climate, the sense of time, and other elements of the writer’s surroundings, incorporating them into a single stream. Because literary writing is always, at the same time, an act of translation, condensing everything you know, everything you have experienced, into a few words — and the writer’s choice of words always depends upon all the countless other stories that have been poured into those words, on the charges the words carry, on the world that has called them forth.