…perhaps that “lonely Don Quixote” was what the English journalist saw in his criticism that day. Don’t know
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The mother of the mother of the mother of the mother lives in us right now.
We go to concerts to see ourselves reconstructed in songs. And to museums to see ourselves drawn into a landscape.
But changing the world necessarily involves overcoming hate. And it’s funny that when you get older, you forgive.