Sometimes I lament the fact that everything — absolutely everything — falters, fails, and eventually fades away.
In the days to come the frail black rebuses of blood in those sands would crack and break and drift away so that in the circuit of a few suns all trace of the destruction of these people would be erased. from Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
And then I remember that Ric Ford’s MacInTouch web site, against all odds, is somehow still active. And I feel more hopeful.
[ed: Well, I did not expect to cry while editing my Facbook archive.]
