From Ben Lerna’s The Topeka School pg 220:
But there are no grown-ups, that’s what you must grow up to know fully; your parents were just two more bodies experiencing landscape and weather, trying to make sense by vibrating columns of air, redescribing contingency as necessity with religion or World Ice Theory or the Jewish science, cutting profound truths with their opposites as the regimes of meaning collapse into the spread.

(I forgot to write down the name of this incredible work by Alvaro Barrington, but I can’t step thinking about the series of seascapes I saw earlier this week)
