Off the clock
Proof that I leave the terminal sometimes. A running log of what I've been reading, and why it stuck.
W.G. Sebald · 1995
It took a few tries to get through this, but that made it all the more better. The older I get, the harder the memories weigh on my mind. In a time where everything is transitive, how could I not linger at the only unchanging element in my life -- the past?
Haruki Murakami · 1987
In progress.
Han Kang · 2007
Horrifying, yet comforting at the same time. The boundary between being yourself and becoming something (not someONE, THING) was never a concrete one. Can we ever truly let go? If we did, what would that look like? Unspoken expectations give life to an unconscious version inside all of us and the longer and harder the being is avoided, the heavier it begins to weigh, until it has to be let out.