(Source: artemiscadeau)
The (not-so) Daily Drivel
They lived with the hole. The absence that defined it became a presence that defined them. Life was a small negative space cut out of the eternal solidity, and for the first time, it felt precious—not like all the words that had come to mean nothing, but like the last breath of a drowning victim.
— Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
