Mystery

This morning i finished reading The Road (see earlier). A nightmare vision of the end of the world that doesn't resolve, offer hope, or escape.

A good read though.

I really liked this little passage.

" Maps and Mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."

Completely unconnected i found this other passage, about sharing (or not) in a Guardian newspaper article. I cut it out because it seems interesting and useful in an unimagined way.

My pockets and draws, and tables and shelves are full of newspaper cuttings, they are part of my minds clutter but this one i decided to post here.