At death you break up: the bits that were you
Start speeding away from each other for ever
With no one to see.
Philip Larkin, The Old Fools
A commonplace book: an old-fashioned literary diary for recording interesting items from reading you've done. I use mine to record snippets from reading, conversation and life in general. (The early 2003 entries are from a period some years ago -- before the blog age -- when I tried an online commonplace book as a straight web page.)
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Monday, January 08, 2018
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Our every moment is passed in a procession across dawns and day's-ends of the orbiting earth, across successive waves of winter and summer, threading the planets and the stars.
László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance
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