The Nacreous Oughts

04 April 2007

"My heart is abode of terror and a snake——they stare at each other, always, even when asleep I carry it around, I harbour it like embryo in womb——it grows. Is it the spiritual cancer that I am to die of?"

"There's nothing like reading Kafka in the original Spanish."

K. S.

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