This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
this fellow needs looking into
Julio Cortázar
1914 - 1984
To capture the illusory, to capture the fragility of the usual relations between elements of reality. (Me slightly altering a Google-translated thing I found about the author.)
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