Il mal di testa oscura la vista, crea una patina morbosa tramite la quale guardare. Oggi il cielo è buio, plumbeo e intero. Neanche uno squarcio, un livido, un taglio. La perfezione è sterile. Non so dove guardare.
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Where now? Who now? When now? Unquestioning. I, say I. Unbelieving. Questions, hypotheses, call them that. Keep going, going on, call that going, call that on.
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- Paradise by A.L. Kennedy
- Everything you need by A.L. Kennedy
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