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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.

Roberto Bolano

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
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Alive Fortune Ourselves World
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Dreams Fade Goodness Light Morning
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
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
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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Construction Knowledge Pleasure Reading Verbal
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it’s so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.
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Alive Death End Gradual Infinite
You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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Known Yourself
But every single damn thing matters! Only we don’t realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don’t realize that’s a lie.
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Art Lying Ourselves Realize
For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.
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Alien Each Other Moments Place Sound
No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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Attention Hide Kill Oneself Pay Secret

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