Bedil
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« the color of that sad shade of ennui called blue . . . but blue unlike the sky. »
Yves Saint Truant of litposting
Yves Saint Truant of litposting
In the midst of cartarescu fall, I found there was, within me, an invincible krasznahorkai winter.
September 15, 2024 at 12:26 PM
In the midst of cartarescu fall, I found there was, within me, an invincible krasznahorkai winter.
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He thought of her being somewhere very vague, in a room with curtains, never moving from the chair. This is what happens to loved ones when they go away. We make them sit in a room forever.
Libra, Don DeLillo
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Libra, Don DeLillo
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August 20, 2023 at 4:37 PM
He thought of her being somewhere very vague, in a room with curtains, never moving from the chair. This is what happens to loved ones when they go away. We make them sit in a room forever.
Libra, Don DeLillo
💙📚
Libra, Don DeLillo
💙📚
Suttree is too good. I will never recover.
August 3, 2023 at 12:41 AM
Suttree is too good. I will never recover.