Sunday, February 28, 2010

"Every line means something."

-Jean Michel Basquiat

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Monday, February 8, 2010

What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone’s heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone’s hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don’t really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn’t have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.

— Jonathan Safran Foer 

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.-Jack Kerouac