I haven't been reading books. Neglecting them why? Out of sadness somehow, and boredom, busy-ness fatique lack of interest and these goddamned annoying tumors pressing against the back of my right eye.
But the new Auster arrived, Winter Journal. And this book is giving me something that I need, that I always need but have somehow been living
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