Kurt Vonnegut died. In my late teens, his works were a real delight for me to read. I read Mother Night, Cat's Cradle, Slaughterhouse-Five, and Breakfast of Champions.
I still carry those stories with me, in the deep recesses of my mind, forgetting the details, but remembering my sheer delight in finding a narrator that fully grasped the paradox that despite the world's horrors and tragedies, we go on. The survivors move on and still try to find meaning in life.
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
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