I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.
Jeff LindsayIt revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.
Jeff LindsayHappily for me, ninety-nine percent of all human life is spent simply repeating the same old actions, speaking the same tired clichรฉs, moving like a zombie through the same steps of the dance we plodded through yesterday and the day before and the day before. It seems horribly dull and pointless-but it really makes a great deal of sense. After all, if you only have to follow the same path every day, you don't need to think at all. Considering how good humans are at any mental process more complicated than chewing, isn't that the best for everybody?
Jeff LindsayFor the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupidโ like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.
Jeff Lindsay