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Wed, 14 Nov 2012 16:10:36 -0800

I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was...

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 13:07:21 -0700

I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.

― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

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Tue, 21 Aug 2012 23:23:58 -0700

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Tue, 21 Aug 2012 23:21:45 -0700

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Tue, 17 Jul 2012 00:00:41 -0700

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Mon, 16 Jul 2012 23:59:14 -0700

We have no idea, now, of who or what the inhabitants of our future might be. In that sense, we have...

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 22:20:00 -0700

We have no idea, now, of who or what the inhabitants of our future might be. In that sense, we have no future. Not in the sense that our grandparents had a future, or thought they did. Fully imagined cultural futures were the luxury of another day, one in which ‘now’ was of some greater duration. For us, of course, things can change so abruptly, so violently, so profoundly, that futures like our grandparents’ have insufficient ‘now’ to stand on. We have no future because our present is too volatile. … We have only risk management. The spinning of the given moment’s scenarios. Pattern recognition.

- William Gibson, Pattern Recognition

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Sun, 11 Mar 2012 22:18:37 -0700

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Wed, 29 Feb 2012 23:19:22 -0800

Can you hear me call? I have a lot of things I reminisce about. After all, I have nothing here. For...

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 20:34:20 -0800

Can you hear me call? I have a lot of things I reminisce about. After all, I have nothing here. For example, things like summer clouds and cold rain. Things like the smell of a fall breeze, like the sound of rain drops hitting an umbrella, like the softness of spring soil. Like the feeling of peace at the convenience store in the middle of the night…

- Makoto Shinkai, Voices of a Distant Star

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Wed, 22 Feb 2012 20:21:30 -0800

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Sun, 12 Feb 2012 04:45:00 -0800

“pat,there’s no way to know where to go from here, it seems to me. i’ve been...

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 14:03:00 -0800

“pat,
there’s no way to know where to go from here, it seems to me. i’ve been thinking about it all these years you’ve been gone, like there was some big mystery out there coming for me. but the longer i sit here and wait for it the more i realize that it’s never going to come. that it was up to me to go and dispel the myth of it myself. but having realized that, it’s like my feet are stuck in cement and i can’t move. you know chris has kids now, a boy and a girl and you’d love them. tamer than we were when we were little. i look at them and think that maybe chris had it figured out a long time ago. that he went searching and figured out that there’s just some old man behind a curtain pulling ropes and levers. sometimes i want to ask him about it but can’t bring myself to do it. what would he think i wonder? who would be the failure then?”

“pat,couldn’t sleep again last night. it’s been like that lately, don’t know...

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 14:01:00 -0800

“pat,
couldn’t sleep again last night. it’s been like that lately, don’t know why really. haven’t really been bothered by it for a while, so it’s back to the ceiling watch and the numbers and the remembrances of faces that i’ve lost. why do i do that do you suppose? just like i think of you.”

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Wed, 19 Oct 2011 22:36:00 -0700

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Sat, 03 Sep 2011 13:38:39 -0700

There is a place in my mind where stalks of wheat sway softly...

Fri, 26 Aug 2011 01:35:55 -0700

There is a place in my mind where stalks of wheat sway softly under painted skies. The field stretches out far beyond me, splashed with columns of gold where the last rays of sunlight skim the rolling hills like liquid. Nothing on my calves but the dry scratching of the long grains as I forge through the thicket, setting out into that expansive, tawny sea. Little insects flit about. The green hills of Tuscany rise in the distance. The field surprises me because it is not soft, like a blanket. It is wild, and still, and the branches leave marks on my legs as I run through - marks of the earth, reminders of the rawness of nature, recollections of distant times and the soul that resides in the quiet wilderness of the world.

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Thu, 18 Aug 2011 01:53:48 -0700

Outside, fat snowflakes are falling on slate roofs and granite walls. Like Solzhenitsyn laboring in...

Sun, 10 Jul 2011 22:42:00 -0700

Outside, fat snowflakes are falling on slate roofs and granite walls. Like Solzhenitsyn laboring in Vermont, I shall beaver away in exile, far from the city that knitted my bones.

Like Solzhenitsyn, I shall return, one bright dusk.

- David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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Sun, 26 Jun 2011 00:48:30 -0700