“There’s something about the wind. It strips you of assurances, working into you, continuous, making you feel the hidden thinness of everything around you, all the solid stuff of a hundred undertakings—the barest makeshift flimsy.”
— Don DeLilo, The Body Artist. (this book is like one long beautiful prose poem with a plot. choosing one excerpt was tough, but I can’t stop re-reading this one, so here we are) 3 years ago
