Thursday, August 1
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"Home, imagined, comes to be. It is real, realer than any other place, but you can't get to it unless your people show you how to imagine it  - whoever your people are. They may not be your relatives. They may never have spoken your language. They may have been dead for a thousand years. They may be nothing but words printed on paper, ghosts of voices, shadows of minds. But they can guide you home."
 - Ursula K. Le Guin









  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov