And the Graben is lit up at Christmastime, and people bump into each other, and everyone feels glad to be alive. Sometimes you might shiver a little to be standing all alone in the midst of so many people, but then you think of your bed, and you don't feel sad anymore.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Friday, March 26, 2010
Frost - pg. 171
Labels: Thomas Bernhard
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