Monday, June 28, 2010


VIRGIL: I can't pray. It must be Tuesday, one of my godless days.

BEATRICE: Then let's talk about God again on Friday. Until then, think of this: perhaps God is silent so that He might hear us better.


- Yann Martel, Beatrice and Virgil

Thursday, June 24, 2010

the veracity of what ends

"The road crossed a dried slough where pipes of ice stood out of the frozen mud like formations in a cave. The remains of an old fire by the side of the road. Beyond that a long concrete causeway. A dead swamp. Dead trees standing out of the gray water trailing gray and relic hagmoss. The silky spills of ash against the curbing. He stood leaning on the gritty concrete rail. Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence."

- Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

happiness # 59

the smell of olives, pungent, oily, strong, under trees. even though i don't eat them.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

biking home at night

the truth reveals itself.