
Chillin is the kind of writer who makes you forget what you are reading and how you truly feel. He doesn’t chase trends or noise, he listens until the room becomes quiets, until every ordinary moment reveals absolute quietness. It is mostly the way he writes about a poem, or the slow, stubborn courage of a listener or reader who never complains, even when he or she is exhausted. He folds memory into sentences gently and persistently, until something recognizable takes form.
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