D. F. Wallace – Infinite Jest
E. Hopper – Self-Portrait / A. Bronzino – Pietro de’ Medici / Rembrandt – Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man / L. Freud – Francis Bacon
He wrote an essay on the future of literature, which began and ended with the word nothing.
In the evening you know you’ve lived another day, you’ve learnt this and that, you’ve kept up with the time-table, but still, you’re empty-inwardly, I mean. Right inside, you’re still hungry, so to speak.
Here’s an essey I’ve written for this post:
As it was added later then the quote probably bearly anyone has seen it, which is my reason for recycling:
<read on ->
How can you have a day without a night
You’re the book that I have opened
And now I’ve got to know much more
Like a soul without a mind
In a body without a heart
I’m missing every part