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 CareyMots clés 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 CareyMots clés 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 CareyMots clés 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 CareyMots clés 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 CareyMots clés history memory ignoring-history memory-keepers
Once there was a city of women.
Louise CareyMots clés women women-s-strength women-issues gender-issues
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