Wednesday, May 18, 2067

From the shelf

Nothing in the canon is tethered to May 18. 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 2068 this day opens on Leo Tolstoy.

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

May 18 · Quotationary