Andrew Metadrouid

“who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?”
― Vampire Weekend, Vampire Weekend: Piano/Vocal/Chords

“I'd like to ask you more about your ears if I may," I said.

"You want to ask whether or not my ears possess some special power?"

I nodded.

"See what I mean?" She said.

She’d become so beautiful, it defied understanding. Never had I feasted my eyes on such beauty. It transcended all concepts within the boundaries of my awareness. She was at one with her ears, gliding down the oblique face of time like a protean beam of light.

"You are extraordinary." I said after catching my breath.

"I know." she said. "These are my ears in their unblocked state."

Several of the other customers were now turned our way, staring agape at her. The waiter who came over with more coffee couldn't pour properly. Not a soul uttered a word, only the reels on the tape deck kept slowly spinning. She retrieved a clove cigarette from her purse and put it to her lips. I hurriedly offered her a light with my lighter.

"I want to sleep with you," She said.

So we slept together.”
― Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase

“Establish enigmas, not explanations.”
― Robert Smithson