That’s interesting.

Kurt Vonnegut

The Princess Bride

Homesickness comes in waves – It comes when you expect it and it comes when you don’t. Covers everything like fog And stuns you like the summer sun. Sunny days never used to stun me. Homesickness comes in a steady drip – Seawater in a morning tidepool, Condensation on a glass of fizzy limeade, Winter rain day after day. Is the rain still like that? I can’t say. How big are the blackberry bushes? Homesickness comes like deja vu – Eyes watering at a street sign Or the smell of a bus. I don’t miss the buses, But they make me remember. Homesickness comes like an evening chill – No warmth from the dry grass or the dusky light. I’m not ungrateful, I don’t regret, But I should have brought a jacket. Did I mean to stay out this late? Homesickness comes like an old friend – You again. Will I ever feel home again?

An ancient castle by a loch, Stone walls half crumbling in the mist, On rocky hills ten miles southwest Of the Highland city of Inverness The fog is pretty on the loch, So why does my mind come back to this, To something more than homesickness For somewhere east of Inverness Another Inverness

Dar Williams

甲: But we're talking about tiny particles, many times smaller than the scale these creatures live at. To the humans, the simulation will seem deterministic, continuous, infinite – like a real universe.

Kurt Vonnegut

The summaries made me chuckle.

Feminist graffiti in rural North Carolina.