hannah-present

Today, there’s no present to people. Nobody wants to listen for very long to anybody talking, except in certain places — in a bar, in a confessional, or maybe a shrink’s office. All they say is, Yeah, yeah, yeah. Men don’t even tell dirty jokes much anymore.

Thought:

“Now, here is the point about the self: it is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world going to be stuff full.”

Donald Barthelme

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