“ A forced contemplation of the heavens, crisp and angelic blue, a classic prelude to death. ”
Who knew why they waited, I thought, understanding that I, too, had it in me to wait. To expect change to come from outside, to concentrate on the task of meeting it, waiting to meet it, rather than going out and finding it.
~ Rachel Kushner
I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.
There's an innocent displacement, a dreaming, and idols are perfect for a little girl's dreaming. They aren't real. They aren't the gas station attendant trying to lure you into the back of the service station, a paperboy trying to lure you into a toolshed, a friend's father trying to lure you into his car. They don't lure. They beckon, but like desert mirages.
A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious. They seemed to think it had something to do with them.
