There are few things comparable to sliding through a giant city at night when all electricity is lost. Like a soundless, boundless pod gliding through headlight-lit space that unfolds in front of you.

I made eye contact with a dead deer the other night and passed many moments in silence for him.

A six-year-old asked her mother: "What does 'infinity' mean?"

"You write from the point of view that you are searching but you're actually not. But in order to be able to write something... write a story or write a song... you have to pretend you are. Cause otherwise there's nothing to write about. So you have to pretend that there is something that you're searching for... If you said 'I've arrived. And I've nowhere to go now' then you've got a blank piece of paper." - VM

"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."

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speak to me

I walked away from the reading in twilight. A gray cable box standing up from the ground just off the sidewalk had this graffiti scrawled on it:

"Plant a tree for once in your life"

Often I hear everything talking to me at once, and always in urgency. It can be quite debilitating.

I've discovered a course given online by Harvard professor Michael Sandel. It is really beautiful to me and its speaking is not urgent but gentle. I rather love it.

what David Foster Wallace has to say

"The next real literary 'rebels' in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Dead on the page. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe that’s why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. Today’s risks are different. The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the “Oh how banal.” To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness. Of willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows."

Much Obliged To Gina...

for this photograph from Atlanta.

Which I doctored so as to be even more realistic than reality.