Technology is lust removed from nature.

The world is shrinking into a kind of technological funnel. I think people are drawn into their technological devices, and this becomes a kind of subjective universe, into which much of the rest of the world simply does not enter.

Only a catastrophe gets our attention. We want them, we depend on them. As long as they happen somewhere else.

We live in an age of rapid mass media, television, Internet. They determine our tempo, not books.

The less important you are in an office, the more they expect the happy smile.

Clouds are no deterrent. Clouds intensify the drama, trap and shape the light.

I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next. But I will spend the rest of my life in this living space writing these notes, this journal, recording my acts and reflections, finding some honor, some worth at the bottom of things. I want ten thousand pages that will stop the world.