A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.

So I guess you could say Neel owes me a few favors, except that so many favors have passed between us now that they are no longer distinguishable as individual acts, just a bright haze of loyalty. OUr friendship is a nebula. (34)

Imagination runs out. But it makes sense, right? We probably just imagine things based on what we already know, and we run out of analogies in the thirty-first century.

I sit up straight and do the first thing a person is supposed to do in an emergency, which is send a text message.

A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.

I walk alone in the darkness and wonder how a person would begin to determine the circumference of the earth. I have no idea. I’d probably just google it.

(about Kindles) I have one and I use it most nights. I always imagine the books staring and whispering, Traitor!