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The red dirt lit by neon seems like evidence both that the end is near and that we might just live forever.

“When we crave closeness, I’m not sure if what we want is something we used to have or a hazy image of what we never will, and I don’t have an answer for what we do when we’ve lost the ability to do anything but tread water.”

Connections between loneliness and lack of independence, transitions in life, the unknown

“I slowly started realizing how big a deal it was to be awake and struggling against time — like, all the time.”

“The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate amount of it.”

“Is this all? Can I never know, share, be certain? Am I doomed all my days to write letters, send voices, which fall upon the tea-table, fade upon the passage, making appointments, while life dwindles, to come and dine?“

This page goes hard

“Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.”

“Is this the way to spend our days? The rare, the limited, so soon deal out to us—drinking tea? Dining out? And the notes accumulate. And the telephones ring. And everywhere we go wires and tubes surround us to carry the voices that try to penetrate before the last card is dealt and the days are over.”

“Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title”

“It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done”

“Over and over in the butterfly we see the idea of transcendence. In the forest we see not the inert but the aspiring. In water that departs forever and forever returns, we experience eternity.”

“The world’s otherness is antidote to confusion, that standing within this otherness—the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books—can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.”

“The world’s otherness/i<> is antidote to confusion, that standing within/i<> this otherness—the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the field or deep inside books—can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.”

“Every life has its kernel, its hub, its epicentre, from which everything flows out, to which everything returns.”