They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.
“And the reason I am so nervous is that everything I do now is leading me to one of three possible futures… Which one will it be? Time alone will tell. But still I know that writing this diary can perhaps provide the answer; it may even help produce the right future.”
Adolfo Bioy Casares | The Invention of Morel