Does it make sense to sacrifice my one and only life for this desolate patch of soil from which no shaft of grain would ever spring?
Something was torn out of me. I have lost weight. Perhaps this weight is the exact weight of my heart. But why do I feel as heavy as a stone.
Think like a stone. The only thing a rock knows is how to fall.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
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