“Last night, with my lids pulled over me, I went on seeing as if I were an open window. Full of wind. I wasn’t lying in peaceful darkness, that darkness I desired, that peace I needed. My whole head was lit with noises, yet no Sunday park could have been more lonely: thoughts tossed away, left like litter to be blown away and lost. There were long avenues of footfall, leaf flutter lacking leaf or tree, barks unreturned to dogs.”
William Gass, knocking me on my ass in his novel, “The Tunnel”
In high school I used to skip class and hide out in the library stacks, pulling books at random to see what was inside. Black Nationalism, early childhood development, some biography or another…
I kept a journal and lost it. It was thrilling. I was thrilled to be learning and thrilled to have escaped my dreadful classes. I was full of wonder and the adrenaline of (on site) truancy. It all came rushing back when I came across this illustration. Beautiful.
From The Iraq War: A Historiography of Wikipedia Changelogs
…a twelve-volume set of all changes to the Wikipedia article on the Iraq War.
The twelve volumes cover a five year period from December 2004 to November 2009, a total of 12,000 changes and almost 7,000 pages.
