you know how life is sometimes just so absurd right? Then one night when you're riding your bike home somewhere near a meridian called 8:30 pm, the sky above the Danforth has darkened but the way towards home is still faintly lit from the fading day.
Soon we will look up and the space above us will be painted royal and we will wonder amidst the nonsense of this life and our struggle to be towers, tempest is fugiting, the whole world is still the whole world.
"...our struggle to be towers..."
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If you're bored, read Cloud Atlas.
It's messed; I can't guarantee you'll like it, but if you're getting tired of one of its stories, just wait, and it will change for you.
What I can tell you is that it's beautiful, and it seems to be most beautiful around the middle bits, but that's only as far as I've gotten.
Something in it reminds me of Neuromancer.
Something in it reminds me of this post.