“this is the story of your red right ankle,
and how it came to meet your leg
and how the muscle, bone & sinews tangled
& how the skin was softly shed.
& how it whispered, ‘oh adhere to me,
for we are bound by symmetry;
whatever differences our lives have been
we together make a limb.’
this is the story of your red right ankle.”—‘Red Right Ankle’ — The Decemberists
“What did I care about the squawk of the very little self which wanders everywhere? I was dealing in outblowness, cut-offness, snipped, blownoutness, putoutness, turned-offness, nothing happens-ness, gone-ness, gone-out-ness, the snapped link, nir, link, vana, snap!”—‘The Dharma Bums’ — Jack Kerouac
