"No matter how the official narrative of this turns out," it seemed to Heidi, "these are the places we should be looking, not in newspapers or televi… - Thomas Pynchon

Holy shit.” This is the kind of sunset you hardly see any more, a 19th-century wilderness sunset, a few of which got set down, approximated, on canvas, landscapes of the American West by artists nobody ever heard of, when the land was still free and the eye innocent, and the presence of the Creator much more direct. Here it thunders now over the Mediterranean, high and lonely, this anachronism in primal red, in yellow purer that can be found anywhere today, a purity begging to be polluted…of course Empire took its way westward, what other way was there but into those virgin sunsets to penetrate and to foul?

Next worst thing to unrequited Love, isn't it? Insufficient hate.

Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.