November 2010
“It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do....”
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“Welcome aboard, Mr. Pilgrim,” said the loudspeaker. “Any questions?”
Billy licked his lips, thought a while, inquired at last: “Why me?”
“That is a very earthing question to as, Mr. Pilgrim. Why? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”
“Yes.” Billy, in fact, had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of...
“My baby said she wanted some action. I said, baby I can’t give you that;...”
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“I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling...”
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via loveyourchaos)
