Reversible in theory

From one of my favorite reads so far:

And so Eve ate from the Tree and knew that she was a naked child of divergent universes. She took the fruit to Adam and said unto him: There are things you do not understand, but I do. And Adam was angry and snatched the fruit from Eve and devoured it, and from beyond the cosmic background radiation, God sighed, for all physical processes are reversible in theory – but not in practice. Man and Woman were expelled from the Garden, and a flaming sword was placed through the Gate of Eden as a reminder that the universe would now contract and someday perish in a conflagration of entropy, only to increase in density, burst, and expand again, causing further high-velocity redistributions of serpents, fruit, men, women, helium-3, lithium-7, deuterium, and helium-4.

– Catherynne Valente, “Thirteen Ways of Looking at Space/Time”


I should have forgiven you for all that wasn’t your fault

Happy Valentines, everyone ♡

Since I haven’t really fixed that love poem I was working on [not as if the one I admire will ever read it he he], here’s something from Jonathan Safran Foer.


Here We Aren’t So Quickly

by Jonathan Safran Foer


I was not good at drawing faces. I was just joking most of the time. I was not decisive in changing rooms or anywhere. I was so late because I was looking for flowers. I was just going through a tunnel whenever my mother called. I was not able to make toast without the radio. I was not able to tell if compliments were back-handed. I was not as tired as I said.

You were not able to ignore furniture imperfections. You were too light to arm the airbag. You were not able to open most jars. You were not sure how you should wear your hair, and so, ten minutes late and halfway down the stairs, you would examine your reflection in a framed picture of a dead family. You were not angry, just protecting your dignity.

I was not able to run long distances. You were so kind to my sister when I didn’t know how to be kind. I was just trying to remove a stain; I made a bigger stain. You were just asking a simple question. I was almost always at home, but I was not always at home at home. You were not able to cope with a stack of more than three books on my bedside table, or mixed currencies in the change dish, or plastic. I was not afraid of being alone; I just hated it. You were just admiring the progress of someone else’s garden. I was so tired of food.

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Feeling bookish (+ a short story by JSF)

I am supposed to be revising poems, but let me take a moment to talk about two books I want to get (and I don’t think they’re available in my country – although if they might be, please do give me a heads up! I recently stumbled across a pile of money in my bed and intend to make good use of it by saving it, buying some books, or purchasing a pet hedgehog!)

No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

A few of you might know her from this really nice movie, but this uber-creative lady also has a couple of stuff she wrote down, this one in particular.

Essays in Love by Alain de Botton

Here, an excerpt:

1. It is one of the ironies of love that it is easiest confidently to seduce those who we are least attracted to. My feelings for Chloe meant I lost any belief in my own worthiness. Who could I be next to her? Was it not the greatest honour for her to have agreed to this dinner, to have dressed so elegantly (‘Is this alright?’ she’d asked in the car on the way to the restaurant, ‘it had better be, because I’m not changing a sixth time’), let alone that she might be willing to respond kindly to some of the things that might fall (if ever I recovered my tongue) from my unworthy lips?

I follow this guy on Twitter. Haha, dork.

I really don’t have much to say. I have a lot of books to read as of now, but I still want these books and I would feel immensely happy if they just magically appeared on my (nonexistent) door step.

EDIT: I recently stumbled on this awesome short story by one of my favorite authors, Jonathan Safran Foer (the guy who wrote Everything is Illuminated and Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close). Check it out: About the Typefaces Not Used in This Edition.