I went into a cafe: the roof, the walls, the tables, the seats, everything was green. As if the proprietor had, in a fit of madness, tried to give it a jungle-like ambiance or, as I later thought, endeavored to camouflage the premises, and partly succeeded, although in a way that was clearly inept.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monsieur Pain - pg. 46
Labels: Roberto Bolaño
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