...the finest act of seeing is necessarily always the act of not seeing something else.
Mark Z. DanielewskiWake
Mark Z. DanielewskiSo often I wonder whether it is my right to capitalize, as I feel, so often, on the grief of others. But then I justify, in my own particular thoughts, by feeling that I can contribute a little to the understanding of what others are going through; then there is reason for doing it.
Mark Z. DanielewskiI've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.
Mark Z. DanielewskiBack on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?"
The boat's gone. "So?"
Your mate's dead. "So?"
Hey at least you're alive. "So?"
An awful word but it does harden you.
It hardened me.
Known some call is air am.
Mark Z. DanielewskiA creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.
Mark Z. Danielewskiſtairs! We haue found ſtairs!
Mark Z. DanielewskiShe said memories mean all, but they are all dead.
Mark Z. DanielewskiYour eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay.
Mark Z. DanielewskiMots clés darkness light depression desperation
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