responsibility is like the sky.
'I told Bird it's like the sky, boy. Is what I told her. How about if I come and ask you what does the sky feel like to you? The sky ain't a feeling, boy...But it's there, friend. The sky is there. It's there, over your ass, every fucking day. 'Matter where you go, boy, look on up, and on top of every goddamned thing else she's there. And the day there ain't no sky...'
-- "Lyndon" by David Foster Wallace
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Endless?
Boring?
Blue?
What is the sky like?
Or are we not supposed to get it?
Hmmm....either you added the part from 'Lyndon' later, or my computer or Blogspot was being laaaaame and not showing your whole post. Tricky, tricky.
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