Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

Do you know what ‘Sputnik’ means in Russian? ‘Travelling companion’. I looked it up in a dictionary not long ago. Kind of a strange coincidence if you think about it. I wonder why the Russians gave their satellite that strange name. It’s just a poor little lump of metal, spinning around the Earth.

This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.

Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.

But metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.

And everywhere, infinite options, infinite possibilities. An infinity, and at the same time, zero. We try to scoop it all up in our hands, and what we get is a handful of zero. That's the city

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.