Wednesday, May 11, 2011

cloudstreet

And you can't help but worry for them, love them, want for them - those who go on down the close, foetid galleries of time ad space without you.
- Tim Winton

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Sunday, May 8, 2011

so ghostly, easy.

I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn’t in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn’t remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.


- Jack Kerouac

cumulus clouds, ominous skyline.

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