We're well past the end of the century when time, for the first time, curved, bent, slipped, flash forwarded, and flashed back yet still kept rolling along. We know it all now, with our thoughts traveling at the speed of a tweet, our 140 characters in search of a paragraph. We're post-history. We're post-mystery.

I went to the top of Vesuvius and looked in.

Even things which seem separate and finished are infinitely connected and will infinitely connect. This connection happens as soon as you let it, as soon as you engage - as soon as you even attempt to engage.

The head has its confines. The head’s got those all right, and the heart. The heart has its reasons.

Stella Duffy is a writer who never lets you down.

remember you must live. remember you most love. remainder you mist leaf.

Every great narrative is at least two narratives, if not more - the thing that is on the surface and then the things underneath which are invisible.