Chapter 6: The Present

” ‘Sycamore’ is the most intrisically beautiful word in English.”

“…the… gas station down the road, whose FREE COFFEE sign is visible form the interstate, charges you fifteen cents if you want your coffee in a Styrofoam cup, as opposed, I guess, to your bare hands.”

“…as you look at a still–beautiful face belonging to a person who was once your lover… years: with fond nostalgia, and recognition, but no real feeling save a secret astonishment that you are now strangers. Thanks. For the memories.”

“Catch it if you can. The present is an invisible electron; its lightning path traced faintly on a blackened screen is fleet, and fleeing, and gone.”

“‘next year… I’ll start living; next year… I’ll start my life.'”

“Spring is seeping north, towards and away from me, at sixteen miles a day.”


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