July 31, 2011

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Posted by dean at 01:54 AM

July 24, 2011

Olden Infolds, Page 326 + 327.

Traffic is a contest of human desire, a waiting game of human desire. You want to go there. I want to go here. And, just recently, something has gone wrong with traffic. Something has gone wrong with human desire.

We are using up each other's time, each other's lives. We are using up each other's lives.

Posted by dean at 02:50 AM

July 23, 2011

Mob-8 Air Fuck, Page 140.

I see a world where there is only cause and effect. A world where every object is an avatar and no gods move behind the scenes.

Posted by dean at 02:32 AM

July 22, 2011

Olden Infolds, Page 303.

Vladimir Nabokov, encouragingly, was a champion insomniac. He believed that this was the best way to divide people: those who slept; those who didn't. The great line in Transparent Things, one of the saddest novels in English: 'Night is always a giant, but this one was especially terrible.'

Posted by dean at 02:11 AM

July 17, 2011

Mob-8 Air Fuck, Page 21.

I don't know why success often leaves us feeling lower-spirited than failure, but I know it's true.

Posted by dean at 01:21 AM

July 15, 2011

Lee & Herring.

'She wants to meet Charlie, Pete's brother, even if he's a fictional character. Because she finds fictional characters quite sexy in a non-existential kind of way.'

Posted by dean at 08:27 PM

July 09, 2011

. . .

Posted by dean at 11:28 PM

July 08, 2011

If You've Got A Problem With Your Parents.

It's because your father is cruel.

Or your mother is crazy.

Posted by dean at 11:59 PM

Chalky & Oversentimentalized Guava, Afar, Page 516.

Sad and menacing.

Posted by dean at 03:04 AM

July 06, 2011

Olden Infolds, Page 261.

I always thought I was up to anything that dreams could throw at me: I'd just sleep right through them.

Posted by dean at 11:29 PM