‚He can‘t help himself; he‘s fore-doomed. Even after decanting, he‘s inside a bottle - an invisible bottle of infantile and embryonic fixations. Each one of us, of course,‘ the Controller meditatively continued, ‚goes through life inside a bottle.‘ Aldous Huxley
Even a year later I can remember this weekend vividly. It was the first time I got the flu in recent memory and I was couped up in bed for 3 days, and against the advise of pretty much everyone, I grabbed my camera and went for a fairly long hike. My lungs were burning. But it helped me slow down and take in the beauty of the trail.