Anodyne
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
 

"And while he thought about such things as the condition of his feet and the color of the sky and wondered idly how dirty the floor of the truck was, there [w]as an awareness entering him too momentous to acknowledge: he was a nothing person, a person of no time and no place and no worth to anyone at all. This knowledge, too terrible to be accomodated in his mind, found other corners and crevices of his being to fit itself into, and while it did so, Joe went on with his musings, wondering for instance if anyone had ever counted the stars or considered the possibility that they were made of solid silver to explain that shimmering; shimmering silver...."
- posted by cjb @ 9:50 AM


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