by Eric Buros
Theft. The world is a library, six labels, six sentences, an amorphous ether into which a terrified young student peeks. Never a writer, maybe a writer, maybe a thief, maybe that is the only way. Surrounded by unrecognizable paragons of talent, six beautiful sentences of indistinguishable names, page after page, the youth just wants to win, for once. By this art you may contemplate the variations of the 26 letters. From Borges, an idea, a theft.
Eric Buros was born in Bronxville, New York and is currently a senior in college. He has never before been published.