Wednesday, November 25, 2009

i scratch myself; i stop writing indefinitely; i lose my appetite;

Every time I read that someone has spoken badly of me, I begin to cry; I drag myself across the floor; I scratch myself; I stop writing indefinitely; I lose my appetite; I smoke less; I engage in sport; I go for walks on the edge of the sea—which, by the way, is less than 30 meters from my house—and I ask the seagulls, whose ancestors ate the fish who ate Ulysses: Why me? Why? I've done you no harm.

~ Roberto BolaƱo

[Chicago Avenue at Damen Avenue]

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Chicago, Illinois, United States