we're people afraid of humanity like birds afraid of heights.
kurdt cobain. abraham lincoln. conan o'brien. george washington carver. tyler durden. esther. robert e. lee. conor oberst. henry w. longfellow. your mom.
"there's a film on the wall, makes the people look small who are sitting beside it, all consumed in the drama. they must return to their lives once the hero has died. they will drive to the office stopping somewhere for coffee, where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene, dispensing their wisdom, oh dear amateur orators. they will detail their pain in some standard refrain. they will recite their sadness like it's some kind of contest. well, if it is, i think i am winning it, all beaming with confidence as I make my final lap. the gold medal gleams so hang it around my neck cause I am deserving it: the champion of idiots. (but a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to omaha. i know a girl who cries when she practices violin. cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie.")
"The aperture through which the sand runs is so tiny that at first it seems as if the level in the upper glass never changes. To our eyes it appears that the sand runs out only at the end. And until it does it is not worth thinking about."
"as the skytries on its uniform of turned off t.v. grey, and the way we watched her watch us walks away, let every rain clatter down at groaning streets."
"oh, the places you'll go."
"The night is come, but not too soon; and sinking silently, all silently, the little moon drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given to the red planet Mars. Is it the tender star of love? The star of love and dreams? Oh no! from the blue tent above A hero's armor gleams. And earnest thoughts within me rise, when I behold afar, suspended in the evening skies, the shield of that red star. O star of strength! I see thee stand and smile upon my pain; thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, and I am strong again. Within my breast there is no light but the cold light of stars; I give the first watch of the night to the red planet Mars. The star of the unconquered will, he rises in my breast, serene, and resolute, and still, and calm, and self-possessed. And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, that readest this brief psalm, as one by one thy hopes depart, be resolute and calm. Oh, fear not in a world like this, and thou shalt know erelong, know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong."