Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.
Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.
“People die because they remain where they are, so perhaps eternal life is travel is forgetting. Limits, it might be, are precisely what make traveling and forgetting, and consequently immortality, possible, because those limits are also what prevent me from ever reaching the end of the world forever and ever, ahem.”
Michael Cisco