nothing special

so i’ll begin small. with something i read today.

it’s not so much the meaning, which is actually a little depressing, as it is the way that the meaning is express. beautiful and articulate.

which is why he’s my favorite writer.

‘he knew that with the minimum effort of closing his eyes, the long, fatiguing task awaiting him would begin to be resolved in a climate that was becoming uncomplicated, without compromises with either time or space: with no need, when he reached it, for the chemical adventure that made up his body to suffer the slightest impairment. on the contrary, like that, with his eyes closed, there was a total economy of vital resources, an absolute absence of organic wear. his body, sunk in the water of dreams, could move, live evolve toward other forms of existence where his real world would have, as its intimate necessity, an identical – if not greater – density of motion with which the necessity of living would remain completely satisfied without any detriment to his physical integrity. much easier – then – would be the chore of living with beings, things, acting, nevertheless, in the exact same way as the real world. the chores of shaving, taking the bus, solving equations at the office would be simple and uncomplicated in his dream and would produce in him the same inner satisfaction in the end.’

from ‘dialogue with the mirror’ by gabriel garcia marquez