[b]Dave Eggers
What he had was a sense that few things mattered much. That few people are to be feared. And so he now faced all such situations with a sense of exhausted resolve, and he dealt with everything head-on.[/b]
We should all be so lucky.
The work of man is done behind the back of the natural world. When nature notices, and can muster the energy, it wipes the slate clean again.
Nature goes down for the count and we follow. When it’s not the other way around.
Not many songs can fend off evil. But the right song with the right voice can be a weapon; anyone who’s listened to music through headphones while riding the subway or plowing angrily through a rush-hour sidewalk knows how it can and separate you from them, allows you to say to the teeming masses that you are this and they are that.
Me, I’ve got a million of them.
Animals howl, he had been told, to declare their existence.
Predators more often than prey of course.
What can one do with one’s hands when the camera is interested in other things?
Well, there’s that other thing, right?
His mind seemed barely tethered to his body, much less the earth.
And they were all three lost in space.