"But there was nothing about the little, low-rambling, more or less identical homes of Northumberland Estates to interest or to haunt, no chance of loot that would be any more than the ordinary, waking-world kind the cops hauled you in for taking; no small immunities, no possibilities for hidden life or otherworldly presence; no trees, secret routes, shortcuts, culverts, thickets that could be made hollow in the middle – everything in the place was right out in the open, everything could be seen at a glance; and behind it, under it, around the corners of its houses and down the safe, gentle curves of its streets, you came back, you kept coming back, to nothing; nothing but the cheerless earth."
Thomas Pynchon, "The Secret Integration"
This is Ian Mathers' Tumblr. I live in Canada. I've written about music and other things for Stylus, PopMatters, Resident Advisor, the Village Voice, and a few other places. Hi.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Unikko (by muuuuuuuuumi)
The weather’s been gross here recently, but “the winter was nice/but the summer is hell” is still a motto of mine.
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
Margaret Atwood (via lauvra)
(Source: the-crestfallen)
My Uncle forgot to roll up the window to his truck, and we found this little guy inside.
He hates you.
He hates everything.
But especially you.
that owl is almost entirely head. Head and hatred.
look how tiny he is! a tiny little football of hate.
I couldn’t sleep last night, my mom just lost her wallet in a grocery store parking lot and my wife is having a really bad day and since she’s at work I can’t be there for her except for a phone call during her lunch break. Today, I am this owl.
