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Nope. This is really disappointing because I like this author.

“Leave a life. Blow everything up…leave empty chairs at the table you once shared with friends, not metaphorically, but really, leave a chair, become a gap for your friends, allow the circle of silence around you to swell and fill with speculation. What few people understand is that you leave one life to start another.”

و به کتاب برمی‌گردم؛ رمانی عمودی با روایتی افقی؛ داستانی که مثل منهتن از توی مترو، باید از پایین تماشایش کرد.

- أتوقف هنا-
ثقيلة جدا.
ومزاجي لا يسمح بإعطائها فرصتها حتى النهاية.
قد أعود إليها لاحقا، وربما لا.

Slow start, but we’re getting somewhere!

I’m not sure I have any idea of what’s actually going on.

حتي الان سرد لا يتوقف في تزامن بين الماضي والحاضر، اسلوب المزامنة في الفلاش باك مرهق بعض الشئ

Fukk

This is already my shit. Some heady ass thoughts beautifully articulated and a tinge of the postmodernist acknowledgment of the author concealing information from the reader.

Feels like a 5/5 baybeeeee

“Withstand is just a word, my love.
What about “Without”?

“Or perhaps you die.
Or perhaps I already died.”

“You’re a liar.
So are you.”

ÉS BONÍSSIM

I’m pretty much sure this gonna be my favourite for a long time

Page 2 and I’m already in love.

inventing thr world by enunciating it

...that one day I would finally turn into myself; into the image of myself I'd been elaborating for years.

I think that, more than what his poems meant, it was more interesting to see what they did.

Very literary and all over the place. Afraid I’m losing my way.

This book is a little weird, and not just because I’m reading Spanish and only grasping like 80% of it. I’m catching Russian Doll season 2 vibes with the subways and people meeting across time. I find the rapid switching between the main narrator an Owen’s viewpoint confusing - but I guess that’s the point, like they’re inhabiting each other?

me gusta mucho. no quiero que termine y lo voy empezando.

definitely giving story within a story within a story which isn’t my favourite thing but the style/form is keeping it interesting

Did not realise this book was originally written in Spanish but oops. Good so far

I suppose that the difference between being young and being old is the degree of frivolity in our relationship with death. When I was young, my disdain for life was such that I was constantly imagining ever more extravagant deaths.

Public spaces, such as streets and Subway stations, became inhabitable as I assigned them some value and imprinted an experience on them.

When a person has lived alone for a long time, the only way to confirm that they still exist is to express activities and things in an easily shared syntax: this face, these bones that walk, this mouth, this hand that writes.

Los fantasmas no viven en Estados Unidos.

estabs en 25 no 14 ok

quiero leer libros / pero tengo tres materias de las que ocuparme
pero necesito relajarme / solo tengo un mes para subirlas

lo nostálgica que me hace sentir este libro y encima escuchando a lord huron!!!