v3

“I wonder if there's a single place in the whole world that's never had a story. I bet not. I just about guarantee you there's no places like that in America. Every little square of it, every place you stomp your foot, that's where something happened. Something wild, maybe something nobody knows about, but something. You can fall out of the sky and right into some forgotten storybook.

You run and run and run and you keep turning pages and none of them are empty. They're all full of stories. There's nowhere left to write.

I think I'm just a bookmark.”
― Jon Bois, 17776: What football will look like in the future

“Today, while Mother was watching me work, she suddenly remarked, “They say that people who like summer flowers die in the summer. I wonder if it’s true.” I did not answer but went on watering the eggplants. It is already the beginning of summer. She continued softly, “I am very fond of hibiscus, but we haven’t a single one in this garden.”
“We have plenty of oleanders,” I answered in an intentionally sharp tone.
“I don’t like them. I like almost all summer flowers, but oleanders are too loud.”
“I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.”
We both laughed.”
― Osamu Dazai