Saturday, July 21, 2007
Stepped on something soft and wobbly...
Our problem, I thought, was that neither the world around us nor the future stretching before us contained any image in what we might conceivably become. We were stranded in the present as in a stalled, otherwise empty subway train, and in this isolation we clutched morosely at each other's shadows. - Margaret Atwood, 'Hair Jewellery.'
What she said.
For someone with the moral strength to say what needs saying, I refer you to KP.
Otherwise, there are times when I very much like the British.
Via I love you in the face (Best. Blog title. EVER.)




