• Currently reading: Little, Big by John Crowley 📚

  • This is a Possible Letter

    But this is a new chapter. The city is going back in time, readying itself to start again with its simple piracy in the rich shores near my home. Everything has changed, and I find myself trembling, excited, biding my time, eager to finish this letter.

    It does not embarrass me. I am opened up by it.

    This is a Possible Letter. Until the last second, when I write your name beside that word “Dear,” all those sheets and months ago, this is a Possible Letter, pregnant with potentiality. I am very powerful right now. I am all ready to mine the possibilities, make one of them fact.

    I have not been the best friend to you, and I need you to forgive me that. I think back to my friends in New Crobuzon, and I wonder which of them you are to be.

    And if I want this letter to be a remembrance, to be something with which to say goodbye instead of hello again, then you will be Carrianne. You are my dear friend, if that is so, and the fact that I did not know you when I started to write you this letter means nothing. This is a Possible Letter, after all.

    Whoever you are, I have not been the best friend to you, and I am sorry.

    • excerpt from China Mieville. “The Scar”. 📚 💬

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  • Exhalation

    I hope that you were motivated by a desire for knowledge, a yearning to see what can arise from a universe’s exhalation. Because even if a universe’s life span is calculable, the variety of life that is generated within it is not. The buildings we have erected, the art and music and verse we have composed, the very lives we’ve led: none of them could have been predicted, because none of them was inevitable. Our universe might have slid into equilibrium emitting nothing more than a quiet hiss. The fact that it spawned such plenitude is a miracle, one that is matched only by your universe giving rise to you.

    Though I am long dead as you read this, explorer, I offer to you a valediction. Contemplate the marvel that is existence, and rejoice that you are able to do so. I feel I have the right to tell you this because, as I am inscribing these words, I am doing the same.

    exceprt from Ted Chiang’s Exhalation. 📚 💬

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  • Recent walk in the moonlight 📷

  • Cloudberry Jam

    “Where did I come from?” you asked. “Where’s my father?”

    “You don’t have one,” I said. “I made you myself.”

    “Everyone has a father.”

    “Not everyone.”

    “Why did you make me?” you said.

    “I made you so that I could love you,” I said.

    • from “Cloudberry Jam” by Karin Tidbeck (from the short story collection Jagannath) 📚 💬

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  • Two Moons

    No doubt about it: there were two moons.

    One was the moon that had always been there, and the other was a far smaller, greenish moon, somewhat lopsided in shape, and much less bright. It looked like a poor, ugly, distantly related child that had been foisted on the family by unfortunate events and was welcomed by no one. But it was undeniably there, neither a phantom nor an optical illusion, hanging in space like other heavenly bodies, a solid mass with a clear-cut outline. Not a plane, not a blimp, not an artificial satellite, not a papier-mache moon that someone made for fun. It was without a doubt a chunk of rock, having quietly, stubbornly settled on a position in the night sky, like a punctuation mark placed only after long deliberation or a mole bestowed by destiny.

    • from 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami. 📚 💬

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  • Currently reading: Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman 📚

  • Never to let her go

    I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a harsh, cruel, world. And I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind world, one that she knew in her heart could not remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go.

    ― Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro 📚 💬

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  • Currently reading: Victory City by Salman Rushdie 📚

  • Argumentum Ornithologicum

    I close my eyes and see a flock of birds. The vision lasts a second, or perhaps less; I am not sure how many birds I saw. Was the number of birds definite or indefinite? The problem involves the existence of God. If God exists, the number is definite, because God knows how many birds I saw. If God does not exist, the number is indefinite, because no one can have counted. In this case I saw fewer than ten birds (let us say) and more than one, but did not see nine, eight, seven, six, four, three, or two birds. I saw a number between ten and one, which was not nine, eight, seven, six, five, etc. That integer — not-nine, not-eight, not-seven, not-six, not-five, etc. — is inconceivable. Ergo, God exists.

    • excerpt from Jorge Luis Borges, “The Aleph and Other Stories” 📚 💬

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  • Slant

    Tell all the truth, but tell it slant.

    Emily Dickinson 📚 💬

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  • Bear Hill Pond a day after the polar vortex 📷

  • Yggdrasil

    “I know an ash, it is called Yggdrasil A hairy tree, moistened by a brilliant cloud.

    In the beginning was the tree. The stone ball rushed through emptiness. Under the crust was fire. Rocks boiled, gases seethed. Blebs burst through the crust. Dense salt water clung to the rolling ball. Slime slid on it and in the slime shapes shifted. Any point on a ball is the centre and the tree was at the centre. It held the world together, in the air, in the earth, in the light, in the dark, in the mind.”

    Excerpt From Ragnarok by A.S. Byatt 📚 💬

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  • Currently reading: Icelandic Folk Legends by Alda Sigmundsdóttir 📚

  • “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? … When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?”

    • Job 38:4,7 📚 💬
    • Also beautifully quoted in Terence Malick’s “The Tree of Life”

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  • This is how we roll during a polar vortex 📷

  • Currently reading: Surrender by Ray Loriga 📚

  • Boston 📷