September 30, 2011
"Memory has its own screen across the room to view itself, and the continuous dwelling of conjecture takes permanent form in stiff-legged walks to remind, thus on and on the breathing goes."
- “awkwardly we bump into stars
we see nothing we hear nothing
we beat with our fists on the dark ether”— Zbigniew Herbert, from “First the Dog,” trans....
- “Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.”
- “So, I say, what of the night, the terrible night?”— Djuna Barnes, Nightwood