"I passed that row of big oaks by the war memorial--if you remember them-- and I thought of another morning, fall a year or two ago, when they were dropping their acorns thick as hail almost. There was all sorts of thrashing in the leaves and there were acorns hitting the pavement so hard they'd fly past my head. All this in the dark, of course. I remember a slice of moon, no more than that. It was a very clear night, or morning, very still, and then there was such energy in the things transpiring among those trees, like a storm, like travail. I stood there a little out of range, and I thought, it is all still new to me. I have lived my life on the prairie and a line of oak trees can still astonish me. "

Gilead, Marilynne Robinson

i like this place.

"Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily.

"'I'm youth, I'm joy,' Peter answered at a venture, 'I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.'"

peter pan

blind pilot, I buried a bone.

I buried a bone

and darling you don't know him

darling you don't know him

darling you don't know

and just where you are

might be the right place

might be that sweet space

but you don't know

well look me in the head

I've got nothing on my mind

I've been waiting for you

all this time

and I'd seen a path turn to an old road

but the secret's too slow

and we're too fast

look me in the mouth

I've got nothing in my smile

I've been waiting for you

you're just my style

look me in the gut

I've got fear from my own name

I'd dig it up for you

if you'd do the same

I buried a bone

and darling you don't know him

darling you don't know him

darling you don't know

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful

about what we pretend to be.

vonnegut, mother night

Nowadays I know the true reason I read is to feel less alone, to make a connection with a consciousness other than my own

zadie smith, occasional essays