...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
November 14, 2008
den rummelige adskillelses dybeste mening er afvisningen eller afbrydelsen af al kommunikation og den dermed tvangsmæssige fastholdelse af fremmedheden.
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