borrowed
geologists may have mapped out the planet’s tectonic plates-hidden shelves of rock that grind, one against the other, forming mountains, creating continents, but they can’t plot the fault lines that run through our heads, divide our hearts.
the map of the world is always changing; sometimes it happens overnight. all it takes is the blink of an eye, the squeeze of a trigger, a sudden gust of wind. wake up and your life is perched on a precipice; fall asleep, it swallows you whole.
- anderson cooper (from “dispatches from the edge”)
the map of the world is always changing; sometimes it happens overnight. all it takes is the blink of an eye, the squeeze of a trigger, a sudden gust of wind. wake up and your life is perched on a precipice; fall asleep, it swallows you whole.
- anderson cooper (from “dispatches from the edge”)