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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

Roberto Bolano

Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Myself Talk Understand
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
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
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
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
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
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
The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
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Constant Mirror Pain Poverty Voice Wealth
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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Better Goodness Love Philosophy
We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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Artist Goodness Hide Job
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Dreams Fade Goodness Light Morning

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