Yes, double post, but... like. I am absolutely in love with
thisI love snippets. Anything that is remotely like one. You might attribute it to a modern/postmodern inclination for speed. Speediness. Whichever. No need to refute that, words speak for themselves
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Our homes overgrown with junk, papers, knickknacks. Shelves piled with the clothing of the dead and of the children who have grown, and so are also dead.
Desks full of mementos and faded letters. To live in such a domestic graveyard. That’s how I live.
Time flies, and sleep opens ever greater chasms in time. Time becomes a second graveyard, a graveyard in the depths of consciousness.
To throw it all out would mean to die. So now a third graveyard, the one that waits.
I live in three cemeteries.
I fear so much that this is my room.
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