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August 15, 2007
the passing of time
The passing of time had absolutely no meaning for him; death was a minor incident which he completely ignored; people whom he had once installed in his memory continued to exist, and the fact that they had died did not alter that in the least.
Rilke - The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
Posted by amin at August 15, 2007 1:32 AM