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Good things about sticks, they grow on trees.

Det var altså det som skulle være resten av hans liv. Det føltes som et selskap han var blitt invitert i, men på en adresse han ikke fant fram til. Noen moret seg nok over dette livet hans; men for tiden var vedkommende ikke ham selv.

Tiden sin, forestillingen er fallitt,som om han hadde fått forært en eske med tid som bare var hans, breddfull av timer og minutter til å bruke akkurat som penger. Problemet er bare at det er hull i esken og tiden løper ut, uansett hva han gjør med den.

Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal form the sins and crimes of their past lives. Toast was a ritual item devoured by fetishists in the belief that it would enhance their kinetic and sexual powers. Toast cannot be explained by any rational means.

When any civilization is dust and ashes," he said, "art is all that's left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is defined by them. You have to admit that.

He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at it too clearly. Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo.

Av gammel vane kikker han på klokken – rustfri stålkasse, børstet aluminiumslenke, fremdeles like blank selv om den ikke virker lenger. Han bærer den som sin eneste talisman. Den viser bare en tom skive: tid – nå. Det går som et støt av angst gjennom ham, dette fraværet av offisiell tid. Ingen noe sted vet hva klokken er.

Think of an adaptation, any adaptation, and some animal somewhere will have thought of it first.

They seem close, the stars, but they're far away. Their light is millions, billions of years out of date. Messages with no sender.

Pretty soon he'll be seeing beautiful demons, beckoning to him, licking their lips, with red-hot nipples and flickering pink tongues. Mermaids will rise from the waves, out there beyond the crumbling towers, and he'll hear their lovely singing and swim out to them and be eaten by sharks. Creatures with the heads and breasts of women and the talons of eagles will swoop down on him, and he'll open his arms to them, and that will be the end. Brainfrizz.