"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My Place Today...

Haven't worn cowboy boots for a long, long time. Tonight reminds me of nights 20 some years ago in east Texas at honky tonks. Strange feeling...at the risk of being cryptic...hmmm...not sure what to make of it all. Perhaps, it is merely the length of the day and me being tired? Or something else, more profound? Hmmm...I wonder what Catherine would think?

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