Homo sum: humani nil a me alienum puto


“Life,” William James once said, “is in the transitions.” He wasn’t talking about weddings and graduations, but the lonely moments before, when a decision still hangs in the balance, and irrelevant details are so vivid that they’ll stick in your mind for years to come: the melted-plastic smell of a U-Haul cab; the iron sound of a public mailbox swinging shut; a paper hospital cup; a flight of stairs; a metal door-knob; a sealed envelope.



Create annotalia: "Quote about spaces between transitions. Ordered by transitions." The only thing that matters is your viewpoint because there already is a huge net of links, links to links, what is actually important.

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