July 29, 2017

Oliver Sacks.

A few weeks ago, in the country, far from the lights of the city, I saw the entire sky 'powdered with stars' (in Milton's words); such a sky, I imagined, could be seen only on high, dry plateaus like that of Atacama in Chile (where some of the world's most powerful telescopes are). It was this celestial splendor that suddenly made me realize how little time, how little life, I had left. My sense of the heavens' beauty, of eternity, was inseparably mixed for me with a sense of transience -- and death.

Posted by dean at 10:12 PM

July 23, 2017

Jason Aaron, One.

'And so there I was, in a ruined town in Kansas with a dying man strapped to a jetpack, looking through an alien portal, watching a whole world burn.'

Posted by dean at 05:07 PM

July 14, 2017

Haruki Murakami.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

Posted by dean at 09:22 PM

July 06, 2017

Unwritten, Seven.

'When the world's flesh is scoured away, metaphors will be all that's left.'

Posted by dean at 10:33 PM