Cite your feelings

Days she staggered; but nights she swam free, through the cool waters of her imagination.

As I swam, I dissolved in the water, and something came to me from the depths of my memory.

When time is old and hath forgot itself, When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, And mighty states characterless are grated To dusty nothing

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

We did not have the Internet, but we had a network. We did not have websites, but we had sites where we wove our web. You could see it most in the cities.

If you are a teenager now, it is unlikely that you knew us well. [...] We are characters in a Tony Kushner play, or names on a quilt that rarely gets taken out anymore. We are the ghosts of the remaining older generation.

We sewed ourselves, a thread's width, into your history.

everyone is a whole world of representations, which are buried in the night of the "i"

“Two bodies, he noted, floated in the pool, barely distinguishable from the other debris, the kitchen garbage and pieces of furniture.”