I speak to these people, and I speak to you because I cannot help it. It gives me strength, almost unbelievable strength, to know that you are there. I covet your eyes, your ears, the collapsable space between us. How blessed are we to have each other? I am alive and you are alive so we must fill the air with words. I will fill today, every day until I am taken back to God.

sxesven schreef:
What Is the What alweer verslonden

I argued with strangers constantly, though only in my cloudy skull, while always I adopted this hollow admonishing tone---my grandmothers's, I guess---which even I couldn't stand. The silent though decisive discussions were a hobby of my mind, debating people I knew or passed on the road while driving:
-You, driving the Lexus.
-Me?
-Yes, you. You paid too much.
-What?
-You paid too much and your soul is soiled.
-You are right. I have failed but will repent.
It helped me work through problems, solving things, reaching conclusions final, edifying and even, occasionally, mutually agreeable.
-You, on the motorcycle.
-Yes.
-It's only a matter of time.
-I know.

herman schreef:
Ik heb dat boek destijds vrijwillig gelezen...

herman schreef:
en dat boek van Joris Luyendijk ('het zijn net mensen' oid).

misja82 schreef:

ja, dat is een leuk boekje, heb je die andere van hem ook al ontdekt?

Vince vega schreef:
Al een tijd in de kast staan, maar nu eindelijk gelezen:

Jose Saramago - Stad der blinden


Is overigens nu als film verschenen zag ik.