Conversations with my Brother:
Re: this sweater
Re: Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas/caring about him
Re: Rango
“San Francisco in the middle of the sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant…”
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thompson, pp. 66-67
“The coming of death always induces a sort of stupefication, so hard is it to realise this advent of nothingness and to bring oneself to believe in it.”
Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert, p. 337.
Can’t think of two words better than these to see on a customs declaration form.
Thanks, Mom!
