Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Native Eloquence of us Fog-People

"It was a great mistake, my being born a man. I would have been much more successful as a seagull or fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death."

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