The internet was supposed to liberate knowledge, but in fact it buried it, first under a vast sewer of ignorance, laziness, bigotry, superstition and filth and then beneath the cloak of political surveillance. Now…cyberspace exists exclusively to promote commerce, gossip and pornography. And of course to hunt down sedition. Only paper is safe. Books are the key. A book cannot be accessed from afar, you have to hold it, you have to read it.
— Ben Elton
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame, Kath, because we’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.
— Kazuo Ishiguro (via echristineposts)
This song is about my late friend, Collin, who took his life while we were working together at the soda fountain at the drugstore. Collin was an amazing spirit and he used to read to me and we’d play music together at my apartment in Dundee—we would bang on my piano until the guy living upstairs would come down and yell at us!. The day before his death he left a copy of his beloved book, “Wuthering Heights” on my coffee table. In the book was a note. It was a very sad note and I chose not to share it with anyone. Collin and I had a connection because we were addicts and suffered from severe depression. I wish he were still here. His death was one of the reasons why I had to get the fuck out of Omaha. I fled to the West Coast thinking I could beat my addictions and depression. The past 8 years have been a constant battle, but I am sober now, and I feel that Collin was with me to help me through my journey.
— Conor Oberst, on the song Poison Oak. (via conoroberstforpresident)
