Musings

Wasn’t history an event that repeated unforgettably in the mind?

Love in the New Millennium, Can Xue

They married and had children, every child a portmanteau, a mythical beast, a montage.

Bowlaway, Elizabeth McCracken

…he was at that vodka level where the night began to become magnanimous, and everything promised him fidelity and hope.

Hopscotch, Julio Cortazar

It is a truth universally unacknowledged that when the dead are trying to remember something, the living are trying harder to forget it.

Himself, Jess Kidd