“As a philosophical problem, it comes down to a better way to engage with the passage of time; and I think we're getting close to one, because the imaginative loss of the future is becoming acute.The most effective political actors on the planet now are people who want to blow themselves up.These are people who really don't want to get out of the bed in the morning and face another unpredictable day.” PeopleThinkingWayWantProblemFacesPoliticalActorsLossMorningPlanetsBecomingBedPhilosophicalBlowPassagesUnpredictableImaginativeBetter WaysPassage Of Time Author:Bruce Sterling
“I'm one of the people who believes that our losses were greater than our gains. Because before the Civil Rights movement we had entrepreneurship in the black community. Right now, in Harlem, if I wanted to get a shoe repaired, I would have a hard time finding a black shoe repairman. On near about every third corner, you could find a decent black barber, decent black laundry, had restaurants in the neighborhood that were open 24 hours. The food was good at 3 o'clock in the morning as at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.” PeopleIfsBelieveHardWantedBlackCommunityHoursLossMorningGreaterRightsMovementRight NowFindingsGainsThirdsShoesCornersCivil RightsEntrepreneurshipClockDecentRestaurantsHard TimesNeighborhoodAfternoonCivil Rights MovementLaundryHarlemBlack CommunityBarbers Author:John Henrik Clarke
“TRYING TO FILL THE empty SPACE i don't know if I will ever understand this Ache. Perhaps it is simpley and completely Love and what HAPPENS. at the end. Loss November 17, early morning” IfsKnowsTryingEndsHappensLossSpaceMorningEmptyAcheNovemberEarly MorningEmpty Space Author:Sabrina Ward Harrison
“Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love.” WayYearsChildrenAbleNightParentRealizingLosesHurtLossSleepLove IsGriefMorningLaughingSadnessMinesPureHusbandEdgesGhostGrievingBreakfastFadesReplacedGrandchildrenWidowsGood NightUnwaveringGreat GrandchildrenTimbre Author:Jonathan Safran Foer
“I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I'd be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came crashing down and that was it for the rest of the day. Sunlight was reproof. Shouldn't I feel better than I had in the dead of night.” FeelsHardNightLossMorningAwarenessNormalDown AndForgottenDawnSunlightFeel BetterReproofCrashing Down Author:Francine Prose
“Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.” YearsStillsLossMorningGoneMoonTenPhonesReachingGravity Author:Mary Karr