Sublime

He was a gaunt young man who seemed suspicious of conversation that strayed outside certain unspecified guidelines.

locate and revitalize neglected parts of himself, ranging from his poetic gifts to his thirst for an intimate social network.

PKD now focused all his attentions on his goal of becoming a published writer. He decided his best option was to find a local professional who could act as his mentor. One day, while going through a billing list of the shop’s customers, PKD came across the name Anthony Boucher, which he recognized as the pen-name of an Oakland-based mystery writer

What ensued was an hour-long conversation between two individuals who had been, a few hours before, effectively strangers. The discussion became very intimate and PKD ended up asking his new friend some advice regarding his future options. This is how Spinrad describes the conversation: ‘“On the other hand,” Phil said, “I’ve got this offer from Wil

he found himself asking was there any point in being alive without helping one another? Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror?

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

dour

Kraft was a skinny, harmless kid from Pennsylvania who wanted only to be liked, and was destined to be disappointed in even so humble and degrading an ambition.

Although we know the end of the maze holds death (and it is something I have not always known—not long ago the adolescent in me thought death could happen only to other people), I see now that the path I choose through that maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed