I smoked and looked down at the bottom of Pittsburgh for a little while, watching the kids playing tiny baseball, the distant figures of dogs snatching at a little passing car, a miniature housewife on her back porch shaking out a snippet of red rug, and I made a sudden, frightened vow never to become that small, and to devote myself to getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
Michael Chabon, The Mysteries of Pittsburgh
This struck a chord with me at a time that I really need it. Things are happening. Good things, bad things. Possibly great, big things? I can’t tell you about them until they’re real and not just in the ether, but soon.
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