• Looking at the sky last night and the moon in the first fresh dark, just a few stars, bright with their cold flares, I had a little crumpled thought, 'Oh well, the moon. It's just another place like California.' One's imagination drags its feet as we are inexorably hauled into the future.

    James Schuyler, Nathan Kernan (1997). “The diary of James Schuyler”, Black Sparrow Pr