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In fact, “today” is a word that only suicides ought to be allowed to use, it has no meaning for other people.
and I wasn’t sure whether he was begging my pardon or granting me his.
every secret disappears, forced open like a locked drawer, but where no secret existed nothing shall ever be found,
Who invented writing? What is writing? Is it property?
Malina gets up, he’s emptied my glass. I’ll sleep on my questions in a deep intoxication. I’ll worship animals in the night, I’ll lay violent hands on the holiest icons, I’ll clutch at all lies, I’ll grow bestial in my dreams and will allow myself to be slaughtered like a beast.
