"I sometimes think it all lives in me: everything I've seen and experienced, all the people I've known. When I think this way, I think of myself as a field in which things grow and die, one after another, each taking root in soil fed by each previous thing, leading all the way back to the first thing, which in a sense still remains. It remains in what remains.

Such are my lyrical moments. Other times, most times, I think of myself as a turnstile: each thing passes through me and is gone forever." --Oblivio


"The United States dropped more bomb tonnage on Laos than on Nazi Germany... $2 million every day from 1964 through 1973..." --Th* 3nds of th* 3arth