Status Updates From Boek der rusteloosheid

I’m no one, no one at all. I don’t know how to feel, how to think, how to want. I’m the character of an unwritten novel, wafting in the air, dispersed without ever having been, among the dreams of someone who didn’t know how to complete me (227, #262).

yazar olmak cok garip, bir sayfaya icini dokuyorsun, daha sonra geri donup daha once hic kendimi bu kadar acik ifade edememistim diye not dusuyorsun. hem yasiyorsun hem de surekli izliyorsun