death by paper cut











{December 20, 2009}   San Franciso Dreaming

i am midway through american gods by neil gaiman. i brought the book to the states as alternative in-flight entertainment. i realised that meal times, movies and trying to catch some sleep doesn’t leave you much time for reading. but its always good to have a book in hand, for me it is at least.

extracts from american gods that i can totally identify with.

it was a dream, and in dreams you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before even the dream began. (303)

now it was late in the afternoon. shadow, who had no been in san francisco since he was a boy, who had only seen it since then as a background to movies, was astonished at how familiar it was, how colorful and unique the wooden houses, how steep the hills, how very much it didn’t feel like anywhere else. (305)

oh yes, how steep the hills indeed!

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boey says:

‘Do you know me, Shadow?’ said Wednesday. He rode his wolf with his head held high. His right eye glittered and flashed, his left eye was dull. He wore a cloak, with a deep, monk-like cowl, and his face stared out from the shadows. ‘I told you I would tell you my names. This is what they call me. I am called Glad-of-war, Grim, Raider and Third. I am One-eyed. I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-bearer. I have as Many Names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die. My ravens are Thought and memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.’



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