"Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated." ~ Jean Baudrillard

Vespers by Denis Johnson The towels rot and disgust me on this damp peninsula where they invented mist and drug abuse and taught the light to fade, where my top-quality and rock-bottom heart cries because I'll never get to kiss your famous knees again in a room made vague by throwing a scarf over a lamp. Things get pretty radical in the dark: the sailboats on the inlet sail away; the provinces of actuality crawl on the sea; the dusk now tenderly ministers to the fallen parking lots-- the sunset instantaneous on the fenders, memory and peace....the grip of chaos...
"Happiness is a delicate thing. It is difficult to find within ourselves, and impossible to find elsewhere." ~ Sébastien-Roch Nicolas

This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.
"You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm." ~ Sam Harris, Free Will

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