28 7 / 2014

"If you think the 1,000 dead in Palestine is nothing to worry about, you’re probably American."

28 7 / 2014

Barry cleans carpets in large offices. This office, his Tuesday office, is the office of a Web design and hosting company. You can see him riding his carpet cleaning machine down the halls beginning at, usually, 9 a.m. His carpet cleaning machine looks like a lawnmower. At home, Barry’s kid jokes—when he isn’t trying to bring drugs into the house, or spraypainting stop signs, or any other number of things that remind Barry every day how he has failed his son in so many ways—that the carpet cleaner is mowing the carpet, not cleaning it. Scouring it in a different way.

There is something humanist buried in his work, in his business and every other, but Barry doesn’t care. Barry mows his carpets, rides his machine through the halls. Circles around inside the building, gradually spiraling in to the center, again and again, not really ever going anywhere.

With each pass, he waves at the tech support team, a group whose eyes are always glazed over, whose posters of video games are torn and falling off their cubicle walls. A group who fields the unruly questions of unpleasant people. With each pass, Barry dodges dirty looks from upper management professionals. Why is he here at 9 a.m.? Is there no other time to clean the carpet? Of course there is, but no one has kicked Barry out. No one will.

When he thinks about what he wants, Barry thinks about time. He’s not sure if that means he wants more of it—time—or if he’s simply conscious of the dwindling hours in the day, of the other floors he hasn’t cleaned, of his kid who is probably not at home on this summer day, who is probably out in the city somewhere wasting so much more than time. Barry won’t be home for hours. He’s trying to make this work.

24 7 / 2014

"On my twentieth birthday, I bought myself an ax."

Aimee Bender, An Invisible Sign of my Own (first line)

(Source: libraryland, via whatgreatlarks)

21 7 / 2014

Was I more alive then than I am now?

Yes, no, maybe, Schrödinger.

21 7 / 2014

And the question is
was I more alive then than I am now?

Peter Bjorn And John, “Objects of My Affection” from Writer’s Block

This song got me through some tough times.

(Source: thirtyonesongs, via under-the-volcano)

20 7 / 2014

First-time fight on a Florida playground under pines and shade and flat May heat. The kid he pinned against a pine trunk—a white kid with freckles and all his baby teeth—grinned at him and said, “That doesn’t hurt at all. I can’t even feel it. Is that it? Is that it?” Knocked the kid out and shoved his face in the dirt. Is that it?

(Source: merryburningparty)

18 7 / 2014

First-time fight on a Florida playground under pines and shade and flat May heat. The kid he pinned against a pine trunk—a white kid with freckles and all his baby teeth—grinned at him and said, “That doesn’t hurt at all. I can’t even feel it. Is that it? Is that it?” Knocked the kid out and shoved his face in the dirt. Is that it?

16 7 / 2014

They got drunk somewhere else and called it an adventure

from storyboss

13 7 / 2014

"It was understood that all tools in the wilderness needed to be versatile."

Edan Lepucki, California

13 7 / 2014

"For over a year, August had been a fixture in the afterlife, something to mark the time by."

Edan Lepucki, California

13 7 / 2014

"Other people are not medicine."

13 7 / 2014

under-the-volcano:

Blog idea

Quotes by writers in praise of other writers with no indication of who’s being praised.

For instance:

"The flow of his language is the best feature of [His] style. Never stagnant, it moves along like a living thing…His choice of words is intuitive, natural - and beautiful."

—Haruki…

12 7 / 2014

She stood in the yard of her childhood home in front of her childhood tree where she’d spent childhood afternoons reading childish books. The memory of climbing the tree could never match the act itself. But she couldn’t climb it now. She was too old, the tree too small. Had everything changed in this way?

10 7 / 2014

(Source: grouchomac)

08 7 / 2014

"I note with amusement my entrance into the anarchist-aesthete phase of my youth."

Susan Sontag -Reborn, Journals & Notebooks 1947-1963 (via under-the-volcano)