In fifteen hundred years someone will figure out a way to squeeze black juice out of the yellow sand, and that will get everyone very excited. Some people who were rich already will get a lot richer, and some people who were poor will be told that they're richer but will be pretty sure they're not.
Louise CareyTags: rich greed poor the-city-of-silk-and-steel
Sooner or later our souls find their centre of gravity in a hot, salt-tasting kiss and a trembling touch. Trembling is a good sign: it means you're open to a world that knows you're coming.
Louise CareyTags: self-awareness finding-yourself sex-analogy
Give me excess of love, whatever it costs. We pay with our souls, and if we die with our souls intact we know we haven't loved enough.
Louise CareyTags: love souls the-city-of-silk-and-steel excess-of-love
It's the story of the City of Women; of how it came to be, how it flourished, and how it was destroyed by a reckless and irrevocable act of mercy.
Louise CareyTags: gender women women-issues
A curiosity: my name, Rem, will someday come to mean a line of text in a language spoken only by machines. Specifically, it will mean a line that the machines can safely ignore--one that's only there as a mnemonic, a placeholder, for the people who give the machines their orders. A REM line might say something like "this bit is a self-contained sub loop" or "Steve Perlman in Marketing is a shit." The program as a whole rolls on past and around the REM lines, ignores them completely as it takes its shape, moves through its pre-ordained sequences, unfolds its wonders. My mother named me well.
Louise CareyTags: history memory ignoring-history memory-keepers
Once there was a city of women.
Louise CareyTags: women women-s-strength women-issues gender-issues
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