Random thoughts and diarrhoea, in 300 words, more or less
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Hard Luck, Banana Yoshimoto
"The tears I shed lately, particularly those linked to memories, were all but meaningless. They came out on their own, like bird shit. My dad knew this, and kept quiet."
1 comment:
banana made sense, in the oddest way.
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