New People

Milkman wanted boats, cars, airplanes and the command of a large crew. He would be whimsical, generous, mysterious with his money. He could not visualize a life much different from the one he had. New people. New places. Command. That was what he wanted in his life. His life was not unpleasant and even had a certain amount of luxury in addition to its comfort, he felt off center. He just wanted to beat a path away from his parents' past, which was also their present and which was threatening to become his present as well. He hated the acridness in his mother's and father's relationship, the conviction of righteousness they each held on to with both hands. And his efforts to ignore it, transcend it, seemed to work only when he spent his days looking for whatever was light-hearted and without grave consequences. He avoided commitment and strong feelings and shied away from decisions. He wanted to know as little as possible, to feel only enough to get through the day amiably and to be interesting enough to warrant the curiosity of other people-but not their all-consuming devotion.
-Morrison

august 19

all people dream, but not equally.
those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

but the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
for they dream their dreams with open eyes,
and make them come true.

dh lawrence

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