sometimes i feel as though i am seeing only a reflection of the world or that i am blind and all i see is only my imagination and that the only way to find truth is to close my eyes hold my breath and step forward
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
who am I to ask for more, to insist on hunger? why, when others are content to be satisfied, must I always search for more?
More people, more things, more words, more silence, more you, more me, more happy, more sad, more sleep, more coffee.
more. just like anything, if you say it enough it begins to lose meaning.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
“…in real life I always seem to have a hard time winding up a conversation or asking somebody to leave, and sometimes the moment becomes so delicate and fraught with social complexity that I’ll get overwhelmed trying to sort out all the different possible ways of saying it and all the different implications of each option and will just sort of blank out and do it totally straight — ‘I want to terminate the conversation and not have you be in my apartment anymore’ — which evidently makes me look either as if I’m very rude and abrupt or as if I’m semi-autistic and have no sense of how to wind up a conversation gracefully…I’ve actually lost friends this way.”
Consider the Lobster: and Other Essays by David Foster Wallace
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