I like to imagine that Adam’s tongue, his palate and his lips were always on fire, that the air he breathed was kindled to incandescence each time he cried out in sorrow or delight.
I like to imagine that Adam’s tongue, his palate and his lips were always on fire, that the air he breathed was kindled to incandescence each time he cried out in sorrow or delight.
“We’re desperate for excitement of some kind. That’s the drawback to living in an entertainment culture — the entertainment begins to pall after a while. It’s like spending too long at a theme park — you begin to long to get out of it. And when you realize that there’s nowhere to get out to, that it’s all like this, that the theme park now circles the planet and that’s all there is — that makes for desperation.”
J. G. Ballard