pp. 28
On the Campus today at sunset, people were stopping on the grass watching the sun turn stove-filament orange through the rain clouds.
It's just something I noticed. It made me realize that the sun is really built of fire. It made me feel like an animal, not a human.
pp. 89
I get this little feeling that we can all of us speed up the dream, dream in color, dream in volume, and dream together down south. We can, and will, fabricate the waking dream.
pp. 115
Should some future historian ever feel the need to duplicate an SF
coffee bar circa the Dawn of Multimedia, they will require the following:
- thrashed PowerBooks covered with snowboarding and Chiquita banana stickers
- a bad early 1980s stereo (the owner's old system, after he upgraded his own personal system)
- used mismatched furniture
- bad oil paintings (vaginal imagery/exploding eyes/nails protruding from raw paint)
- a cork bulletin board (paper messages!)
- sullen, most likely stoned, undergrads
- multi-pierced bodies
- a few weird, leftover 1980s people in black leather coats and black-dyed hair
- nightclub flyers
[come on, this is 2005 and I have to leave off the closing tags on my list items? - Ed.]
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