Living, you stand under a waterfall. . . . The hard water pelts your skull, bangs in bits on your shoulder and arms. . . . . It is time pounding at you, time. Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.
From Annie Dillard's An American Childhood. A great read. The best review is from the Chicago Tribune: ".it more than takes the reader's breath away. It consumes you as you consume it, so that, when you have put down this book, you're a different person, one who has virtually experienced another childhood."
Yes.
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