Maybe I lacked coping skills. Maybe I was weak. I cared for people for no better reason than they seemed to care for me, acknowledge me. It didn’t seem so dangerous at the time.
I distrust the perpetually busy; always have. The frenetic ones spinning in tight little circles like poisoned rats. The slower ones, grinding away t… - Mark Slouka
I distrust the perpetually busy; always have. The frenetic ones spinning in tight little circles like poisoned rats. The slower ones, grinding away t…
- Mark Slouka
Most of the time when something goes bad—a marriage, a war, a run of good luck—you don’t know it. It’s like in the cartoons, only less funny. You run… - Mark Slouka
Most of the time when something goes bad—a marriage, a war, a run of good luck—you don’t know it. It’s like in the cartoons, only less funny. You run…
Maybe I lacked coping skills. Maybe I was weak. I cared for people for no better reason than they seemed to care for me, acknowledge me. It didn’t se… - Mark Slouka
Maybe I lacked coping skills. Maybe I was weak. I cared for people for no better reason than they seemed to care for me, acknowledge me. It didn’t se…
Every step you take, a million doors open in front of you like poppies; your next step closes them, and another million bloom. You get on a train, yo… - Mark Slouka
Every step you take, a million doors open in front of you like poppies; your next step closes them, and another million bloom. You get on a train, yo…
Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language. - Mark Slouka
Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.
Whether they really believe in their brave new world, however, is ultimately beside the point. They're building it. And in the friction-free future, … - Mark Slouka
Whether they really believe in their brave new world, however, is ultimately beside the point. They're building it. And in the friction-free future, …
It’s a race between your foolishness and your allotted days. Good luck. - Mark Slouka
It’s a race between your foolishness and your allotted days. Good luck.
Kafka didn't save me. He just told me I was drowning. - Mark Slouka
Kafka didn't save me. He just told me I was drowning.
History resists an ending as surely as nature abhors a vacuum; the narrative of our days is a run-on sentence, every full stop a comma in embryo. But… - Mark Slouka
History resists an ending as surely as nature abhors a vacuum; the narrative of our days is a run-on sentence, every full stop a comma in embryo. But…
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