3.18.32 - 1.27.09
the city is huge in the middle view, and he opens his lips as if to force the lips of his soul to receive the taste of the truth about it, as if truth were a secret in such low solution that only immensity can give us a sensible taste.
-j updike, rabbit, run
(serious fans* will note that i used the end of that sentence as the final header quote on the basilica.)
*of mine, not updike.
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