Oakland, California. February 2011.
“The
writer, I think he was English, confessed to the hunchback how hard
it was for him to write.
All I can come up with are stray sentences, he said, maybe because reality seems to me like
a swarm of stray sentences. Desolation must be something like that, said the hunchback.”
All I can come up with are stray sentences, he said, maybe because reality seems to me like
a swarm of stray sentences. Desolation must be something like that, said the hunchback.”
-Roberto Bolaño, Antwerp
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