Fox grins. Go strides to the rear of the Ford. His manner never alters. The Vietnamese has purposeful intensity down pat.
Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful. So you hang tough. You back yourslef and only yourself.
Dogs get howling all down the way. Somewhere a bicycle bell rings. Somewhere else there's a war on. Somewhere else people turn to shadows and powder in an instant and the streets turn to funnels and l...
Jedoch spürt man auf ziemlich perverse Art, dass man dem Leben an sich ausgeliefert ist, weil es einen zwingt, zu atmen und zu atmen und zu atmen in einer endlosen Kapitulation vor der biologischen Ro...
Is bitter. She declaims into his face: And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in their stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throa...
There’s a sad feeling in a place people have just walked out of and left behind.
The gun’s slinky power has a special appeal to the young, the weak, the confused and the powerless. To those overlooked or spurned, access to a firearm is the spark of agency. With a gun in your hands...
I still judge every joyous moment, every victory and revelation against those few seconds of living
During those years of travel I saw that architecture is what we console ourselves with once we’ve obliterated our natural landscapes.
After all, there’s no shape or image in modern culture to match that of the gun. Nothing else has its universal authority or saving promise
Past is still in them. The force of events long gone, it lingers. These heavenly bodies and earthly forms, what are they but expressions of matters unfinished? Perhaps it’s not childish nonsense to se...
Where I had expected to appreciate the monuments and love the natural environment, the reality was entirely the reverse. The immense beauty of many buildings and landscapes had an immediate and viscer...
Life was something you didn’t argue with, because when it came down to it, whether you barracked for God or nothing at all, life was all there was.
And I wish I could say I stayed up late thinking about him but the truth is I was only awake a little while. I was so tired the swag felt like a sponge that soaked me up. I went to sleep like someone...
I came home at dusk with my ears ringing from the quiet.
Here, said the nuggety bald fixture. You look dry as a camel’s cookie.