Every day
Every day we add another brick to a tomb we will never inhabit.
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What I tend to find myself doing more and more is insisting on what we don't know—and that we would do ourselves a favor by ceasing to carry on as if we did. As a novelist, I move here and there and explore, looking largely for the fascinating pattern—for something that I might call form, or beauty, or sometimes even creation. As a non-fiction writer, I try to write about what I see and have seen here against what I see and have seen there—and what people have said about what is there, what is here, and to compare that to what I saw when I looked.
—Samuel R. Delaney
—Samuel R. Delaney
Wednesday, February 26, 2025
