...is it your mind being constantly re-arranged by your ever changing environment? Just like one of my fav quotes says 'It is not that I have no past.
Rather, it continually fragments on the terrible and vivid ephemera of
now.'
I've started again this 800-page sci-fi book, Dhalgren written by Samuel R. Delany. It's been years since I last read it, and I remember I found it both difficult and awesome at the same time. Anyhow, I love it to bits and pieces. Here's some more of what makes feel like that:
'Western independence? He had hitched this sector of country enough to decide it was all manic terror.'
'All you know I know: careening astronauts and bank clerks glancing at the clock before lunch... how coffee tastes after you've hold it in your mouth, cold, a whole minute.'
By the way, the book stood behind some others on a shelf, and I 'by coincidence' found it there, after I'd read a story from Neil Gaiman about a man lost in the city's dream he's been living in, and when finally having found a chance to escape back to reality (?) he flees to a faraway place, terrified by the thought what if the cities wake up one day.
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