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"Sort of waiting for things that had already happened ..."
"And at the same time he had the feeling that this void, this nothingness, had lasted an eternity. No, not even time, more as if, in this void, he had passed across something, or had run back immense distances."
"No-one got off."
"... that everything would let go, soften, give in, accepting without resistance, that you can move like that from one thing to another."
"... like a future that takes shape as present, hardens little by little, enters into its everyday form."
"We heard a cacophany inside. None of us knew what to expect. We entered with trepidation and a touch of fascination. We weren't prepared for what we saw."
"... notion of continuous territory, a room next door ..." "Of course the tickling still remains, almost a kind of bittersweet cramp ..."
"... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ... ah fuck!"
"Far away and near, at the same time, changing with the spinning of the night."
"Small sketches of time to help the interminable passage of the afternoon."
"... because soft and full of holes ..."
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