The future always looks good in the golden land, because no one remembers the past.
I was no longer, if I had ever been, afraid to die: I was now afraid not to die.
I know what "nothing" means, and keep on playing.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001, dawned temperate and nearly cloudless in the eastern United States.
I have an investment in not being crazy. I have a real investment in seeing things straight. This runs counter to that investment, so it required giving up an idea of myself, the idea being that I had control.
What does it cost to lose those weeks, that light, the very nights in the year preferred over all others? Can you evade the dying of the brightness? Or do you evade only its warning? Where are you left if you miss the message the blue nights bring?