Time cannot permeate this sabbatical. We do not stay dead long. Once my Luger lets me go, my birth, next time around, will be upon me in a heartbeat. Thirteen years from now we’ll meet again at Gresham, ten years later I’ll be back in this same room, holding this same gun, composing this same letter, my resolution as perfect as my many-headed sextet. Such elegant certainties comfort me at this quiet hour.
Sunt lacrimæ rerum.
R.F.
igniteyour-soul asked: Why are you still awake my little Georgia peach?
Time is merely an illusion.
…
aka I have no purpose in life and therefore no motivation to maintain a reasonable sleeping schedule.
“ Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are. ”
John Green, Paper Towns (via the-key-to-oblivion)
(Source: invisiblechange)
Mr. Patel's is an astounding story, courage and endurance unparalleled in the history of ship-wrecks. Very few castaways can claim to have survived so long, and none in the company of an adult Bengal tiger.
