Knowing that I sometimes think about/experience/respond to things incorrectly does not help me to fix anything, it just makes me feel stupid for thinking about/experiencing/responding to things incorrectly, which is, in itself, the incorrect response.
The stone inside the mountain revealed a human heart shown the core unfolding song on wind tumultuous in the soft world bones protruding the heart blossoms for a moment amid stone and then crawls back inside the cave mountain heaving I can’t see or hear from where I’m standing.
“I have administrative bones to pick with God, Boo. I’ll say God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I’m not crazy about. I’m pretty much anti-death. God looks by all accounts to be pro-death. I’m not seeing how we can get together on this issue, he and I.”—David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via foralskelse)
I love airports. The best part is right after you check your bags and you can run around with only your carry on and you just feel so free. Then you get your Starbucks and sit down and abuse the free wifi. Airports are heaven.
n. the moment a conversation becomes real and alive, which occurs when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony, momentarily grounding the static emotional charge you’ve built up through decades of friction with the world.