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No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.

Roberto Bolano

I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn’t really happy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself Realize
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.
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Alone Company Honesty Myself Strong Truth
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
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Happiness Knowledge Pleasure Question Reading
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Alive Fortune Ourselves World
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
Then he went out without touching anything and put his arm around Ingeborg, and like that, with their arms around each other, they returned to the village while the whole past of the universe fell on their heads.
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Each Other Head Past Touch Universe
As time goes by, as time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.
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Human Illusion Struggle Survive Swallow Time
Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it.
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Believe Frame Innocent Masterpiece Soul Work
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
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Climate Commitment Himself Poet Suicide

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