no medicine

Posted on by L.T.L.

the writing has got stuck again. to unstick it, i moved furniture in my room. now it looks even more crazy.

in the process i discovered a lost mug. it must have felt very sad behind the armchair.

and why did ronald barthes have to write so engagingly and unquotably?

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Published by L.T.L.

i was born in the past century. i tried the living fast, but i failed to die young. from all the choices of study before me, i chose linguistics and languages. i am a stranger here, on this earth, on my way to seek my eternal home.