Just as I'd put off the night river, I'd put off the sea. Both were like death. I am neither old enough nor young enough to write about the sea. It is both too big to be described and too basic to need description.
Charles Foster, Being a Beast
She watched the little dreams of smoke as they spiraled about his hand, and she thought about happenings. She was afraid to suggest to him that, to most people, nothing at all “happens.” That most people merely live from day to day until they die. That, after he had been dead a year, doubtless fewer than five people would think of him oftener than
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The brevity of human history felt very real to him all of a sudden. As soon as a person exists, they start disappearing, he thought. And a heart, even a huge blue whale heart, it is, in essence, a timer and every beat only counts down.