Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.
As long as you receive the sea,
those waving circles of the sea
into your open eyes,
you feel all depth, every frontier
drowning in you.
But your foot touches a wave
and you think: it is the sea
that dwelt in me,
spreading such calm around, such cool.
Oh, to drown! to be drowned, first leaning out,
then slowly slipping—you can’t feel steps in the ebb,
trembling you rush down.
A soul, only a human soul sunk in a tiny drop,
the south snatched into the current.
Roam if you must, but come home when you’ve seen enough.
"You want to photograph me eating chicken?"
"Well, if I let you, I need you to help me deliver a message."
"I work at this library. And before that, I was coming here for twenty years. It’s my favorite place in the world. As many people know, the main reading room of this library is supported by seven floors of books, which contain one of the greatest research collections in the world. Recently, the library administration has decided to rip out this collection, send the books to New Jersey, and use the space for a lending library. As part of the consolidation, they are going to close down the Mid-Manhattan Library Branch as well as the Science, Industry, and Business Library. When everything is finished, one of the greatest research libraries in the world will become a glorified internet cafe. Now read that back to me."