I realized something today: it’s not just about me and my dream of doing nothing; it’s about all of us together.
You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.
–M. Gustav H.
Some people see things others cannot, and they are right, and we call them creative geniuses. Some people see things others cannot, and they are wrong, and we call them mentally ill.
It never stops consuming the experience. The always now. The eternity. It’s always alive. Forever. The eternal moment of every moment of your life.
… throwing him up like an angel, high above the red earth, deep into the sparkling blank, the tender sky that never once let him down, preserving his attachment to youth, propriety and kindness, his plane almost, but never quite, outracing his whoops of joy, trailing him in his sudden turn to the wind, followed then by a near vertical climb up to the angles of the sun, and I was barely eight and still with him and yes, that was the thought that flickered madly through me, a brief instant of communion, possessing me with warmth and ageless ease, causing me to smile again and relax as if memory alone could lift the heart like the wind lifts a wing, and so I renewed my kisses with even greater enthusiasm, caressing and in turn devouring their dark lips, dark with wine and fleeting love, an ancient memory love had promised but then finally never gave, until there were too many kisses to count or remember, and the memory of love proved not love at all and needed a replacement, which our bodies found, and then the giggles subsided, and the laughter dimmed, and darkness enfolded all of us and we gave away our childhood for nothing and we died and condoms littered the floor and Christina threw up in the sink and Amber chuckled and kissed me a little more, but in a way that told me it was time to leave.
–House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
It’s all there,
just waiting to be known.
Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.
—Hunter S Thompson
In order to make delicious food,
You must eat delicious food.
The important thing is to not stop questioning.
Curiosity has its own reason for existing.
— Albert Einstein
Archivist: “This is not an interrogation or a trial. Your version of the truth is all that matters.”
Sonmi-451: “Truth is singular. Its versions are mistruths.”