In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

Mistake not my limp for swagger

‘I want to ink it into the parchment of your old soul, my vague references to civilisations past.

Give you the master key to the double doors.  A map to traverse the paths.

But will you swim against the currents of my major arteries, risking my demons’ scything cuspids, snapping strings and psyche with teeth.

I want to brand you the zenith of fiction, but fiction be such a shame, and if stalemate is how it ends, I’m glad to this zero vector it came.’

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.

—Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via libraryland)