...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
September 04, 2006
today, everybody is always somewhere between A or B, and the only thing that really matters is how you get there, the process that becomes the construction, and the construction that becomes what you leave behind.
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