Fifteen days later they would see each other again and everything would be just as it had been the time before. Of course, there wasn't always a party at a house nearby and sometimes the director couldn't or didn't want to drink, but the dim light was always the same, the shower was always repeated, the sunsets and the mountains never changed, the stars were the same stars.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
2666 - pg. 384
Labels: Roberto Bolaño
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