"But then one day, ................ Arctor had hit his head on the corner of a kitchen cabinet directly above him. The pain, the cut in his scalp, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. It flashed on him instantly that he didn't hate the kitchen cabinet: he hated his life, his wife, his two daughters, his whole house, the back yard with its power mower, the whole fucking place and everyone in it.
Nothing would ever change. Nothing new could ever be expected. It was like, he had once thought, a little plastic boat that would sail on forever, without incident, until it finally sank, which would be a secret relief to all. It had to end and it did. But in this dark world where he now dwelt, ugly things and surprising things and once in a long while tiny wondrous thing spilled out at him constantly; he could count on nothing." - from A scanner darkly
Bob Arctor had made an unsual choice in life. He had abandoned his ordinary, seemingly normal life and instead chose chaos and excitement. Clinging on to a meaningless existence for the sake of conformity might be a crime against oneself.
Change is imperative. The question should be: What needs to change?
Nothing would ever change. Nothing new could ever be expected. It was like, he had once thought, a little plastic boat that would sail on forever, without incident, until it finally sank, which would be a secret relief to all. It had to end and it did. But in this dark world where he now dwelt, ugly things and surprising things and once in a long while tiny wondrous thing spilled out at him constantly; he could count on nothing." - from A scanner darkly
Bob Arctor had made an unsual choice in life. He had abandoned his ordinary, seemingly normal life and instead chose chaos and excitement. Clinging on to a meaningless existence for the sake of conformity might be a crime against oneself.
Change is imperative. The question should be: What needs to change?
