i'd rather be living in a small cabin in the finnish woodlands filled with the sounds of old tape loops and the crackling of dead leaves,of the stories of bog witches, and the memories of being a ghost.
"the universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. for existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others."
