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"But this was the reason why these things could never be forgotten-because we are so lost, so naked and so lonely in America. Immense and cruel skies bend over us, and all of us are driven on forever and we have no home. Therefore, it is not the slow, the punctual sanded drip of the unnumbered days that we remember best, the ash of time; nor is it the huge monotone of the lost years, the unswerving schedules of the lost life and well-known faces, that we remember best. It is a face seen once and lost forever in a crowd, an eye that looked, a face that smiled and vanished on a passing train, it is a prescience of snow upon a certain night, the laughter of a woman in a summer street long years ago, it is the memory of a single moon seen at the pine's dark edge in old October-and all our lives is written in the twisting of a leaf upon a bough, a door that opened, and a stone. For America has a thousand lights and weathers and we walk the streets, we walk the streets forever, we walk the streets of life alone." -Thomas Wolfe from "Of Time and the River"

Long, but man, Wolfe just fucking floors me. I read his stuff over and over and it never fails to hit me like a ton of bricks. So much of his writing is so brutal and heavy. He had such a longing and disquietude to him.
Long rainy day, time for bed.