I was born there, but I live here -- in a place that is thick with colored smoke and always smells of autumn. I feel much older than I am, and I look it, too. But I have no time for the past, and if there was a way to snatch an extra six hours out of the day I would spend the time strumming my guitar and smoking Partagas, and watching the redtail hawk fly through my silent forest.
Dick, Tolkien, Ballard, Borges, Jim Thompson; His Dark Materials, "For Whom the Bell Tolls," "Car," "La Mala Hora."