Sunday, 16 November 2008
16.11.08
The most unbearable thing would be to talk down nothing that happens on a weekly basis. To burn the diary of understanding and forget vitally large generalizations, even if they seem essential and are not worth writing down. I must listen to the sound of that chair in the cul-de- sac, my box of pills. I must unloosen the vague beginnings of consistency.
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