Philip K. Dick, Radio Free Albemuth (via liquidnight)
There was a beauty in the trash of the alleys which I had never noticed before; my vision now seemed sharpened, rather than impaired. As I walked along it seemed to me that the flattened beer cans and papers and weeds and junk mail had been arranged by the wind into patterns; these patterns, when I scrutinized them, lay distributed so as to comprise a visual language.
Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.
Aldous Huxley (via observando)