#unexploded

[thesoulofbooks]

"Why, she wondered, do we seem unable to speak of the things that matter most"

— Alison MacLeod, Unexploded

[tourintexas]

This adds a whole ’nuther dimension to walking through the woods while you’re hunting.   Caddo Lake National Wildlife Refuge, Karnack, Texas. 

[thesoulofbooks]

"I work on the assumption that there is a secret chemistry in all art; in this case, a reaction between the pigments, the plaster, the temperature, even the spirit of the building. I tell myself that the colour in a fresco is dependent upon the most minute of things; that it is catalyzed by the light of the first onlooker's gaze, by the carbon of their breath, by the speed or calm of their hearts."

— Alison MacLeod, Unexploded

[thesoulofbooks]

"Desire for almost anything was leaching away. These days, her plans and hopes seemed only to point towards her own foolishness. Better to forget. Better not to want."

— Alison MacLeod, Unexploded

[thesoulofbooks]

"Who had allowed life to turn to such chaos? How had everything run rampantly to war when no one was looking?"

— Alison MacLeod, Unexploded

[thesoulofbooks]

‌"Death, even when one has grown bored waiting for it, is a bewilderment. A terrible punchline."

— Alison Macleod, Unexploded

[thesoulofbooks]

"There must be another life, here and now. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves."

— Alison Macleod, Unexploded

[thesoulofbooks]

‌"How to cease to feel? That was the trick of living."

— Alison Macleod, Unexploded