beckett-sleeping

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today?

Thought:

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This monster called beauty is not eternal. We know that our breath had no beginning and will never stop, but we can, above all, conceive of the world’s creation and its end.

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Guillaume Apollinaire | Les peintres cubistes

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