I distrust the perpetually busy; always have. The frenetic ones spinning in tight little circles like poisoned rats. The slower ones, grinding away their fourscore and ten in righteousness and pain. They are the soul-eaters.
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
Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language. - Mark Slouka
Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.
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…
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…
The 'deep' civic function of the humanities . . . is something understood very well by totalitarian societies, which tend to keep close tabs on them,… - Mark Slouka
The 'deep' civic function of the humanities . . . is something understood very well by totalitarian societies, which tend to keep close tabs on them,…
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…
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…
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.
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, …
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