making thinking visible

meet my twilight: (and no, they’re not colour coded.  i did think about it though )

a leftover piece of the funeral

“It is these black clothes,” said Strange. “I am like a leftover piece of the funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening people into thinking of their own mortality.” Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke, page 528, Chapter 48 – The Engravings  Late February-March 1816               [...]

beginning with connections, as we so often do…

Connections: Ch 1 (not to be suggesting that jerking through novels only by chapters is the best way to model “real reading”, it’s just working as a starting point, and hey, we gotta start somewhere and we sure as hell don’t all start with perfection, so back off (sorry, talking to myself there)) – my [...]