"a science which is postulated on the assumption that human beings are avaricious and will remain avaricious through all eternity is utterly devoid of point (whether in problems of distribution or any other aspect) to a person who is not avaricious. and yet as i read this book, i felt a strange excitement for quite another reason - the sheer courage the author demonstrated in tearing apart without hesitation all manner of conventional ideas. however much i may oppose morality, i am powerless to prevent the image floating before my eyes of the wife of the man i love, coolly and quickly hurrying back to his house. then my thoughts turn destructive. destruction is tragic and piteous and beautiful. the dream of destroying, building anew, perfecting. perhaps even, once one has destroyed, the day of perfecting may never come, but in the passion of love i must destroy."
-osamu dazai, the setting sun
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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