And so the man defied the villagers and ate the taco. In defiance of the will of those people but also in defiance of some order older than he. Older than tortillas. Than the ancient and twisted cedars. How could we know his mind? We are all of us unknowable. Blind strangers passing on a mountain road.

The man laid there in the village square for three days and nights and took no food and spoke to no visitor. The older villagers said that the man should not have eaten the taco and no sane man would do so and the price of such folly was known to all.

– Yelping with Cormac.

If you only read one fake Cormac McCarthy Tumblr, make it this one. Via Tom.

Also, did anyone see the movie version of The Road? I loved the book, but the movie might have actually been too depressing. That’s the type of story you want to be able to put down and space out, I think. Great Omar work though.