Sunday, August 24, 2008


Currently reading Tao Lin's story collection called Bed.

Here's an excerpt that struck me from a story called "Love is a Thing of Sale for More Money than There Exists"

"For love to work, Garret believed, you had to lie all the time, or you had to never lie at all. 'I don't know,' he said. You had to pick one and then let the other person know which you had picked. You had to be consistent, and sometimes a little stupid."

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