“Once every hundred years, the Los Angeles smog rolls away for a single night, leaving the air as clean as interstellar space. That way the gods can see if Los Angeles is still there. If it is, they roll the smog back so they won't have to look at it.” IfsWayYearsLooksStillsHomeNightSpaceAirTravelHundredCleanLeavingLos AngelesInterstellarSmog Author:Larry Niven
“"It is light that reveals, light that obscures, light that communicates. It is light I "listen" to. The light late in the day has a distinct quality, as it fades toward the darkness of evening. After sunset there is a gentle leaving of the light, the air begins to still, and a quiet descends. I see magic in the quiet light of dusk. I feel quiet, yet intense energy in the natural elements of our habitat. A sense of magic prevails. A sense of mystery. It is a time for contemplation, for listening - a time for making photographs. "” FeelsStillsLightEnergyNaturalQualityDarknessMagicAirMysteryListeningQuietElementsLatePhotographyLeavingPhotographerPhotographCommunicateIntenseEveningGentleContemplationSunsetFadesDuskHabitatNatural Elements Author:John Sexton
“whhheeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The scream of jet engines rises to a crescendo on the runways of the world. Every second, somewhere or other, a plane touches down, with a puff of smoke from scorched tyre rubber, or rises in the air, leaving a smear of black fumes dissolving in its wake. From space, the earth might look to a fanciful eye like a huge carousel, with planes instead of horses spinning round its circumference, up and down, up and down. Whhheeeeeeeeeee!” WorldLooksMightEyeEarthBlackSpaceAirHugeHorseLeavingRoundsFlightSmokePlanesAviationEnginesScreamUp And DownSpinningJetRubberEvery SecondGreat AviationPuffRunwayDissolvingCrescendoCarouselsTyresJet Engines Book:Small world: an academic romance Source: Small world: an academic romance
“Travel by air is not travel at all, but simply a change of location; so my wife and daughter and I went to San Francisco by train, leaving Boston on a Wednesday morning in June and, then after lunch in New York, boarding Amtrak's Broadway to Chicago.” MorningWifeAirNew YorkDaughterTrainLeavingMy WifeChicagoLunchLocationBroadwayBostonSan FranciscoJuneWednesdayWife And DaughterAmtrakWednesday Morning Book:Broken Vessels: Essays Source: Broken Vessels: Essays
“There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.” I CanEndsLightWaitingCan DoSleepAirLeavingGladHorribleDrunkCelebrateBest ThingsClassical MusicTunnelsHorrible ThingsLight At The End Of The TunnelEnd Of The TunnelConfetti Author:Charles Bukowski
“The abundance that is offered to us by leaving behind the fossil fuel paradigm is very promising for the world and the people of the world. We will have cleaner air, water, and food; we will have more resources to share with our people. There will be more economic freedom because people will be able to harvest their own energy.” PeopleWorldAbleEnergyWaterBehindsAirShareEconomicResourcesLeavingAbundanceFuelHarvestFossilsParadigmFossil FuelCleanersEconomic Freedom Author:Mark Ruffalo