science fiction

“to go was not enough for him, only half enough; he must come back. In such a tendency was already foreshadowed, perhaps, the nature of the immense exploration he was to undertake into the extremes of the comprehensible. He would most likely not have embarked on that years-long enterprise had he not had profound assurance that return was possible, even though he himself might not return; that indeed the very nature of the voyage, like a circumnavigation of the globe, implied return.”

this book was formative to my impressions of how imagining new shapes and colors for the world is an essential act to painting it. dex lives a peaceful life in a meaningful, quiet world. how comforting and tense that in something so cozy one would be left wanting for crickets. essential to this pace, and explored as a vector of real and obvious potential are the ox bikes. a psalm for the wild built helped me imagine the lattice i would ride my bike on for years to come.