Slaughterhouse-Five

Kurt Vonnegut, I admire how you spill words as sour or acidic as they may sound, and at times as self-deprecating as lime-proof rust growing like moss in underwater echoing sewage canals. The banal and the glorious and the beautiful, you tell it as it is and for that I greatly admire your vulnerability, courage and humanity.

I wanted to jot down some passages that resonated with me thus far.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go.

Make them stop…don’t let them move anymore at all…there make them freeze…once and for all… So that they won’t disappear anymore!