When a man could write/mark a point, full-stop, spot behind that what it will be and behind that what it was, only then, he would realize that the one most precious in history is what it hasn't happened at all.
(i have no clue whether i came to this thought or took it from someone else. i found it in a notebook with my texts, in my handwriting. always, when i write in a foreign language, years later i cannot remember if those sentences are mine. they became foreign indeed. after all, what does it mean that sentence are someone's??? that's nonsense. to own a sentence, as a capitalistic disorder. i proudly claim here that the author is dead. thank you allover, RB, for articulating it so geniously.)
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