August 2011
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wizardsyndrome:
“How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant. echoes of old compulsiions with no-hand on no-strings: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls… If you could jut ravel out into time. That would be nice. It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time” - William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying.
