domingo, 22 de noviembre de 2015

Fragment from My Struggle, Karl O. Knausgaard

And death, which I have always regarded as the greatest dimension of life, dark, compelling, was no more than a pipe that springs a leak, a branch that cracks in the wind, a jacket that slips off a clothes hanger and falls to the floor.

-Karl Ove Knausgaard (1968, Oslo Norway)

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