I had a bad dream this morning. I was trapped in a huge dark house and I couldn’t get out no matter how hard I tried. It seemed like it lasted forever. I never got out. I just woke up.
Things are happening. Things I hate.
you, there is no more room for me around you. How could anyone breathe a whisper of their small worries with your avalanches of destructive problems always looming at the edge of everything that hurts?
At fourteen, my sister sailed away from me into a place I’d never been. In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows.
—The Lovely Bones, Alice Seobold
I am broken and I want to leave this place.
(via brickmovie)
Trying to keep perspective today. Trying to read the rest of my book. Too much to think, but not sure how to write it down.
Route
- Playboy Magazine: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
- Bob Dylan: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who's built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
- Playboy Magazine: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?
- Bob Dylan: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d;
—Eloisa To Abelard / Alexander Pope (via deliberatepace) (via luvfool14)
What I’m reading right now. Amazing.
