Thursday, October 01, 2009


Imagine the brain, that shiny mound of being, that mouse-gray parliament of cells, that dream factory, that petit tyrant inside a ball of bone, that huddle of neurons calling all the plays, that little everywhere, that fickle pleasuredome, that wrinkled wardrobe of selves stuffed into the skull like too many clothes in a gym bag.

-Diane Ackerman

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

yea!!!

Anonymous said...

yea Karen!