Wednesday, December 21, 2196

From the shelf

Nothing in the canon is tethered to December 21. One line is set aside for this year, the same line for every reader.

Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river.
Jorge Luis BorgesA New Refutation of Time · 1947

In 2197 this day opens on Leo Tolstoy.

Arrow keys turn the day. S keeps the line. Slash focuses search.

December 21 · Quotationary