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confusion in the daylight. It is the symbol overthrowing itself. It is garlic knots and Greek yogurt and Goldfish paste. I am not going to break your heart; I promise.
Vladimir Nabokov hated italics in fiction. Perhaps that’s why he had such a prodigious axe to bear against William Faulkner.
Confucius once said, “I’m here for a good time, not a long time.”
Why are there so many dead bees on this tennis court? Must be spraying down the neonicotinoids.
When you’ve studied enough and can begin
to see patterns of influence, lineages, can hear Reich
in Pecknold, and see Gaudi in Gehry, Truffaut in Anderson. This is the end goal: total awareness, complete understanding. But why must it all take so damn long?
Nostradamus was a doctor.
Whenever he were to realize that he was dreaming, the first thing he would do was undress the women around him and attempt to have sex with them. He failed often and when he succeeded, the dream sex was generally unsatisfactory and strange. Once, the vagina he was about to insert himself into, grew around it, in seconds flat, yellowish-white protrusions, not quite pimples, the size of thumbprints. After this, he stopped with all sexual practice in dream, taking the incident as a sign.
To be “on tenterhooks” is to be in a state of tense discomfort, on pins and needles. The phrase originates from the now antiquated practice of putting cloth out to dry on a wooden frame, known as a tenter, with the help of hooks.