“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Friday, May 18, 2012

Houston: Some First Impressions

Messy. After years of carefully regulated and manicured suburbia, this is an excellent quality.

Delicious. I'm going to “burst smilingly” like the Duke of Gloucester in King Lear.

Friendly. Good humans seem to populate this place.

Humid. My flaking skin and spasming lungs are enjoying it. Each grain of pollen is encapsulated in a water droplet, for my security.

Artistic. We are literally around the corner from the Rothko Chapel, etc. etc. etc.

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