When we’re gone all that’s left of us is what we’ve made. It may not leave a visible footprint on the world. But everything takes up space, creates noise… You know what we get to do? We get to make things. Things that nudge the world in what we hope is the right direction. We get to make a dent in the universe. This is a great job.
Red Penguin Classic covers.
via Creative Review
The Genius
Waked by the pale pink
Intimation to the eastward,
Cock, the prey of every beast,
Takes breath upon the hen-house rafter,
Leans above the fiery brink.
And shrieks in brazen obscene burst
On burst of uncontrollable derisive laughter!
Cock has seen the sun! He first! He first!
I <3 Leslie Caron.
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