Most days, I feel like that turtle.
The world is so huge and beautiful and shiny and delicious, and I can’t even manage to take the smallest bite.
I think you know that you’ve fallen in love, when you can remember a childhood together that never happened.
Time makes you bolder.
Even children get older.
And I’m getting older, too.
The first creature to spend the night having visions and then wake up in the morning to greet the sun and build a city is the creature on which this whole experiment depends.
Obviously, the logical move would have been to crucify the ego forever and crawl back into the trees.
But we’re not logical, because that creature came first.
Still, it takes a special kind of talent to hold the terrible ecstasy of the universe in your heart, while focusing so utterly on the mundane: seed by seed, brick by brick, birth by birth.
A world inspired by a dream.
But the world we wanted was already built.
I’m not here… this isn’t happening
This is becoming the darkest chapter of my life. I guess it’s time for black magic again…
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
