"A day like this, a little later or earlier, you find no surprise that something ; works, which, to speak without hesitation, do not know how to live, not ever know.
The sun is on the roof sheeting. The heat in the attic is unbearable. You're sitting, cornered between the bank and ledge, with a book open on his knees. Do not read and in a while. Your eyes remain fixed on the white wooden shelf in a pink plastic bowl into which corrodes six socks. Smoke from your cigarette left in an ashtray stands, straight or nearly so, and forms an unstable layer below the ceiling set by tiny cracks.
Something broke, something is broken. Since you're not - how shall I say? - Held: something that you thought, you think, you have comforted until then, you made my heart, a sense of your existence, your makes almost the impression of being attached, swimming in the world, suddenly leaves you. "Georges Perec
of A man who sleeps
You left the University and you did not know where to go. you go to your home. Now you drink coffee with milk and do not mind it maybe tomorrow night and not wake up. You can not stop reading , to think aloud and in the second person, and but the reading is at times heavy (wonderful), you can not stop smiling because, in addition to the book is well bastard, you knew while taking this bus at the Uni, you know Now you do the fool in the second person, and started your holiday: D
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