Reboot
Life throws crazy things at you... and while the last nine months haven't been (mostly) tragic, they've been life-altering and exhausting. Here's to rebooting the blog, and rebooting my life to boot.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
inspiration
A sensation rose in him, a high tingling of his blood. There came a wave, a wind, that recognized him, that did not love him or hate him. He felt what he knew as the rising of his self, the shifting innerness that yearned and feared, that was more familiar to him than anything could ever be. He knew that an answering substance gathered around him, emanating down from the trees and stars.He stood staring at the constellations. Walt had sent him here to find this, and he understood. He thought he understood. This was his heaven. It was not Broadway or the horse on wheels. It was grass and silence; it was a field of stars. It was what the book told him, night after night. When he died he would leave his defective body and turn into grass. He would be like this, forever. There was no reason to fear it, because it was part of him. What he'd thought of as his emptiness, his absence of soul, was only a yearning for this.
—Michael Cunningham
from Specimen Days
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