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If life is misery, why do we endure it?

Roberto Bolano

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
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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Art Decision Point 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
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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Ability Goal Lost Potential Tiger
When you die of sorrow it’s as if you’ve broken all the bones in your body, bruised yourself all over, cracked your skull. That’s sorrow.
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Body Bone Death Sorrow Yourself
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.
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Approach Edge Friendship Love Nerve
Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn’t clear, was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.
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Death Passage Reality Tradition
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Alive Fortune Ourselves World
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Myself Return Traveling
So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.
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Curiosity End Fun Honesty Voice

If life is misery, why do we endure it?

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