Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.
— Cormac McCarthy, Suttree
Mythology of Blue
I walk in order to see. This is my heimat,
my deep map.
See also:
bricoleur,
librarian
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2010-06-09
Source: hmack
