wanderlust

Learn to be small and swim through obstacles like a minnow without grudges or memory.

alison luterman

Harry lived with an ordinary-looking smart brown dog, named Edith. As happens when one person lives with one dog, the dog became psychic. By the time Harry stopped the car, Edith knew Harry had picked someone up on the road. She waited silently, alert in the driveway. Came close when Harry stopped the car and stood by him as he leaned into the back of the car. He pulled out the other human, staggered a bit as he drew her into his arms, righted himself, and began to walk. Because of the way Harry held the woman, Edith was prepared to guard her. She put her nose to the woman’s leg. The woman had slept in the clothing of a man who cooked with grease, she had slept in snow and wild mint, near the carcass of a skunk, had recently been in town and before that out on the water. There was no harm in her, but she was confused, in despair and might choose to sleep forever. Edith accepted all that. When Harry brought the woman in the house, Edith followed. She stood at attention, her ears flared forward, as he laid her on the sofa that Edith herself often claimed after Harry slept. It was a long soft sofa and the woman was short. Edith didn’t mind sharing.

Louise Erdrich, The Night Watchman

When he was thus engaged, he generally wore glasses with gray silk tissue instead of lenses in the frames, so that the landscape appeared through a fine view that muted its colors, and the weight of the world dissolved before your eyes.

w g sebald

Be a pet rock, lie with the dust, rest in the rainwater in the filled barrel by the drainspout outside your grandparents’ window long ago.

ray bradbury