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moorestown

0 comments Published 3.29.2008 by matt o.

'everyone remembers things which never happened. and it is common knowledge that people often forget things which did. either we are all fantasists and liars or the past has nothing definite in it.'

-- jeanette winterson, sexing the cherry

we are born without eyesight, we are born without sin

0 comments Published 3.20.2008 by matt o.

'she said little children have a saying: sometimes people are hanged for telling the truth.'

-- the trial of joan of arc (trans. daniel hobbins)

thoughts only i could have, part xxi

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walking into the apartment after school today: 'it feels like tolstoy in here all of a sudden.'

i click my heels, get the devils in line

0 comments Published 3.13.2008 by matt o.

i went back to at least two places i didn't want to today. one was sunnier than i had ever seen it despite the cold, while the other remains, vexingly, impossible to traverse.

spring forward, fall back down

0 comments Published 3.09.2008 by matt o.

'yet people—good heavens—a year's turn does not change them any, a decade's ending does not change them any, twenty-five, fifty, the use of a hundred or a thousand years—nothing—the same—time does not change them any, and they—well—just as one might expect, they will worship anything that sparkles, take fright at any shadow, sin out of witlessness and love of pleasure, from shame of sloth start into violence against the innocent—oh, there's no end—no need to tell you that—no end, no end.'

-- william h. gass, omensetter's luck

year of meteors

0 comments Published 3.02.2008 by matt o.

'don't worry. when the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. you'll wake up whether you want to or not.'

-- haruki murakami, 'landscape with flatiron'

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