The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn’t let her.
“Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?” she asked me.
“The big show is inside my head,” I said.
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
Art: Juan Carlos Verdial
The giraffe is the only animal that has the heart far from the thoughts… It has fallen in love yesterday and still doesn’t know it.
If you can do no good, at least do no harm.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slapstick
Today I learned Jupiter is the love child of Edvard Munch and Vincent Van Gogh.
Antibiotics and indoor plumbing sure are It, but in my opinion, the best thing about being alive in this day and age is all the space travel. Now that we’ve broken through the stars, we’re experiencing a whole new level of beauty that’s been sleeping just beyond our exosphere. If nothing ever comes of our curiosity but all these gorgeous pictures, I think I’ll still be satisfied.
More Jupiter photos fresh from NASA’s JunoCam, HERE.
Spoiler alert: it was drinking and reading scary short stories on the couch.
Suffer The Little Children, Stephen King
The Boogeyman, Stephen King
There Will Come Soft Rains, Ray Brabury
The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Stetson
Army of One, Junji Ito
The Jaunt, Stephen King*
Wendigo – Pt. One & Two