Friday, May 22, 2015

Invisible Man

There's a stench in the air, which, from this distance underground, might be the smell either of death or of spring--I hope of spring. But don't let me trick you, there is a death in the smell of spring and in the smell of thee as in the smell of me. 

Who knows but that, on the lower frequencies, I speak for you?

~Ralph Ellison

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