I do love my library. That's what I have you know, all walls in the lounge room covered in shelves and full of books. My library. Mmm. One day, I will have a proper room dedicated to only to being the home of books, and I'll have a fine deep armchair perfect for curling up in, and it will be a quiet place.
I just picked up the special edition of Shriek: An Afterword and flicked through the first few pages, and came across a page of four short quotes;
No one makes it out.
If you live a life of desperation,
at least lead a life of loud desparation.
We dwell in fragile, temporary shelters.
--Jewish Prayer Book
The dead have pictures of you.
And they resonated, in much the same way the impact of an icepick to the left temple has resonance. Parker made me laugh. Oh, I aspire to such philosophy. This blog is nothing but amplification, now, dance with me.
The Songs:Ohia line is not entirely accurate. We all make it out, in the end.