"Maybe what makes life so terribly fatiguing is nothing other than the enormous effort we make for twenty years, forty years, and more, to be reasonable, to avoid being simply, profoundly ourselves, that is, vile, ghastly, absurd. It’s the nightmare of having to represent the halt subhuman we were fobbed off with as a small-size universal ideal, a superman from morning to night."
Louis Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
I’m an author. We don’t want to lead. We don’t need to follow. We stay home and make stuff up and write it down and send it out into the world, and get inside people’s heads. Perhaps we change the world and perhaps we don’t. We never know. We just make stuff up.
Oh, how people love to disappear from your life. Especially when you already got attached to them.
… [I]ndie booksellers should welcome the arrival of plentiful e-books. We can expect to see renewed interest in book reading among the public. Physical books will find more buyers because the pleasure of owning, reading, and sharing these is different from the experience of perusing a restricted-access electronic display on a scree. These media do not compete: they supplement one another.
Monday would like for you to LEAVE IT ALONE. It is not its fault that you are emotionally unprepared for your own professional lives.
Victoria Theatre, San Francisco (via sockmuppetshow)
Book Market in Amsterdam Central!