“There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred In Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.”

“I know the secret of life isn’t in books. But I also know that it’s good to read, that it can be instructive, or relaxing: we agree about that.”

— Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives

“I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart.”

Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I’m chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

“To live is to exist within time. To remember is to negate time.”

— Ling Ma, Bliss Montage

“When Kafka allows a friend to understand that he writes because otherwise he would go mad, he knows that writing is madness already, his madness, a kind of vigilance, unrelated to any wakefulness save sleep’s: insomnia. Madness against madness, then. But he believes that he masters the one by abandoning himself to it; the other frightens him, and is his fear; it tears through him, wounds and exalts him. It is as if he had to undergo all the force of an uninterruptible continuity, a tension at the edge of the insupportable which he speaks of with fear and not without a feeling of glory. For glory is the disaster.”

— Maurice Blanchot, The Writing of the Disaster

Zeta Ophiuchi, Runaway Star

The Morning Mists (Clyties of the Mist) by Herbert James Draper (1912)

“You create your own world by your inner attitude,”

— Margaret Atwood, from “The Year of the Flood,” published c. 2009

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.