quieter ghosts

hello again

I hereby vow
to continue updating this thing
henceforth.

everybody go read The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I haven’t seen the movie yet, but it looks like a shit action flick or something and the book is perhaps the most eloquent, subdued tragedy I have ever had the tears to read.

“Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.”