...it was necessary to love silence, but before you could love silence you had to have noise.
You cannot read any image of the World Trade Center without thinking of 9/11.
Where happiness was not a possibility, the illusion of it was always more important.
And I suddenly think, as I look across the table at him, that these are the days as they will be. This is the future as we see it. The swerve and the static. The confidence and the doubt.
The point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.
He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.