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Saturday, October 22, 2005

Thursday, October 20, 2005

My "I Remember" List

1. I remember something about getting crunk. Or something.
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One Bazillion.
 
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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

NYC

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost. Lost not only in the city, but within himself as well. Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within. The world was outside of him, around him, before him, and the speed with which it kept changing made it impossible for him to dwell on any one thing for very long. Motion was of the essence, the act of putting one foot in front of the other and allowing himself to follow the drift of his own body. By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was the nowhere he had built around himself, and he realized that he had no intention of ever leaving it again.


from Paul Auster's City of Glass

Sunday, October 16, 2005