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“A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“The absurdity of a narwhal experiencing an existential crisis is the key to understanding everything that is wrong about human thinking, and everything that is right about animal thinking.”
― Justin Gregg, If Nietzsche Were a Narwhal: What Animal Intelligence Reveals About Human Stupidity

“The Nomad
by Henry Shore

When our ancestors found that wheat
Was a good bread to eat
They settled in Jericho.
All of us are settled now,
But in our souls there is a great woe:
We don’t know where to go.

I am settled in a fine place
I own a house, I live in grace,
I have a patio
But late at night when the wind laments
And the garden shivers—my soul is rent:
I don’t know where to go.

One day when I say good-bye
To life and wife, and die and fly
Somewhere in a great flow
I shall be free to roam again
I’ll try to find but try in vain
Where to go, where to go.”
― Henry Shore