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Two black spots, violence, and disappear into a well of time. Height is not the problem. It all changes when you get back down. When you hit, with your weight.
So which is the lie? Hard or soft? Silence or time?
The lie is that it's one or other. A still, floating bee is moving faster than it can think. From overhead the sweetness drives it crazy.
The board will nod and you will go, and eyes of skin can cross blind into a cloud-blotched sky, punctured light emptying behind sharp stone that is forever. That is forever. Step into the skin and disappear.
Hello.
Sayfa 88 - David Foster WallaceKitabı okuyor
There's been time this whole time. You can't kill time with your heart. Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
Sayfa 87 - David Foster WallaceKitabı okuyor
The water is spangles off soft blue, five-o'clock warm, and the pool's smell, like the other smell, connects with a chemical haze inside you, an interior dimness that bends light to its own ends, softens the difference between what leaves off and what begins.
Sayfa 77 - David Foster WallaceKitabı okuyor
However many birthdays I may have counted off, however many important events I may have witnessed or experienced first hand, I feel I have always remained the same me, I could never have been anything else.
Sayfa 2 - Haruki MurakamiKitabı okuyor
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