Inflation is a very simple idea, but it explains a lot of things.
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.
"写作是一种反抗,是对遗忘的抗争,是对沉默的挑战。"
Bigness is no longer part of any urban tissue. It exists; at most, it coexists.