Airport. Coffee. Egg Sandwich. Home. Karamazov. Hope. Diminishing. Something something. Noon sleep dozing off sun dog fish. last walk in the snow trees. Murakami. Kaufman. Miller. Accusations.
More than I thought but not enough because I apprehend the eloquence of it too much and not questioning the origin enough, whether the eloquence comes from pretence or authenticity. So the whole thing comes down to this, that one must continue to pretend and arrogant enough to presume its own pretending, that he has devised a structure which constructs and crumbles on it’s own autonomy. Like how a motor coughs its own waste and productivity.
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