“ She saw how the mind makes forever, in order to store the things it had already lost. ”
I don't know any sad songs. Except for the funny ones.
~ Richard Powers
We will not sleep, but will all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye. You'll see me again. But you'll never know when. Hear that shifting, ambiguous rhythm, that promise of all things possible, and the ear is on its way to being free.
The world is vicious, too huge to care about even its own survival
Our father knew more than any living person about the secret of time, except how to live in it. His time did not travel; it was a block of persisting nows.
