“...And meanwhile the Galaxy ran through space and left behind those si...” — Italo Calvino Quote

...And meanwhile the Galaxy ran through space and left behind those signs old and new and I still hadn't found mine.

One writes fables in periods of oppression.

In abortion, the person who is massacred, physically and morally, is the woman.

I was living and dying in all the fibers of what is chewed and digested and in all the fibers that absorb the sun, consuming and digesting. Under the thatched arbor of a restaurant on a river-bank, where Olivia had waited for me, our teeth began to move slowly, with equal rhythm, and our eyes stared into each other's with the intensity of serpents'—serpents concentrated in the ecstasy of swallowing each other in turn, as we were aware, in our turn, of being swallowed by the serpent that digests us all, assimilated ceaselessly in the process of ingestion and digestion, in the universal cannibalism that leaves its imprint on every amorous relationship and erases the lines between our bodies and sopa de frijoles, huachinango a la vera cru-zana, and enchiladas.

In a cold place, there's no such thing as today, just tomorrow. Will it snow tomorrow? Will it be sunny tomorrow?

Human choices, actions, opinions and analyses – all these are always inadequate in the context of the larger cosmic design. Ultimately time is a great leveler. Time is all-powerful. Whoever you are, when it is your time to rule, you will. When it is your time to fall, you will. When it is your time to rise, you will rise – again. And when it is your time to go, you will have to go. Simply, you cannot negotiate with Life – or death. Embracing what is, doing what you can possibly do in a given situation and going with the flow of Life is Happiness.

…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.

to collapse time into a pinprick point that might be inhabited forever