Et puis il n’avait plus su quoi lui dire. Et puis il le lui avait dit. Il lui avait dit que c’était comme avant, qu’il l’aimait encore, qu’il ne pourrait jamais cesser de l’aimer, qu’il l’aimerait jus
THIS IS AN EARLY POST, as on my contract I chose Constance Debre’s Love Me Tender as my final read.
In a Station of the Metro: The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough. – Ezra Pound
AT TIMES, I wonder about the nature of synchronicity is?
“Oh, he’s a high, high climber. Rush, rush, got the yeyo? Rush, rush, give me yeyo”
“I think I’m paranoid
Transposing Duras’ style to explore my narratives.
It’s my own desire / it’s my own remorse / Help me to decide / Help me make the / Most of freedom and of pleasure / Nothing ever lasts forever / Everybody wants to rule the world
I DON’T THINK I fully appreciated this novel.
I READ Joseph Zobel’s Black Shack Alley in one day.
