Hi, My name is Douglas Turek. You can call me Doug. I'm a witty, somewhat scruffy bookseller and happily married husband and father. I write science fiction and fantasy and poetry, some of which will show up here. Feel free to drop me a line at my first name Douglas, followed by an R, then Turek, add in the pleasing at sign, gmail, then the ubiquitous 'com'.
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At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare. By

Caitlin Moran (via ratsoff)


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Damn, but this is a beautiful paragraph.

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it is my greatest wish to time travel to the future and watch historically inaccurate period dramas about the early 2000s


"Excuse me, I have to take out…MY PHONE!"

"What? You carry it on your person?  How incredible!  So you can make a phone call outside of your apartment cubicle?"

"Yes, with…INTERNET!"

(a lady clasps her oversized avocado green purse close to her and then faints, her beehive hairdo bouncing lightly on the rubbery ‘asphalt’ roads used in the era.  A man’s pet lizard scurries up his vestments and hides in his velvet deerstalker cap.)

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New furniture line, Seats by Dre

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Stylish boats: Fleets by Dre

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