[b]Jeff VanderMeer
So long as you don’t tell people you don’t know something, they’ll probably think you know it.[/b]
Just not around here.
At the time, I was seeking oblivion, and I sought in those blank, anonymous faces, even the most painfully familiar, a kind of benign escape. A death that would not mean being dead.
A sinking down into the masses as it were.
If you don’t know your passion, it confuses your mind, not your heart.
Either that or the other way around.
Like most men, Wick could not help terror about one thing erupting as anger about something else.
And then either having the balls or not having the balls to do something about it.
The Thing about people who wanted to show you things was that sometimes their interest in granting you knowledge was laced with a little voyeuristic sadism. They were waiting for the Look or the Reaction, and they didn’t care what it was so long as it inflicted some kind of discomfort.
Like they’ll ever admit it.
We were always finding each other and losing each other and finding each other again, and that was just the way of us.
Not to worry: perfectly normal.