Status Updates From Boek der rusteloosheid

I struggle to get this far. An excellent writer with an excruciatingly poor self image. I’m told his own assessment of this work was that it was the saddest book in Portugal. I agree that it’s pretty miserable. I hate to give up on a book, but I’m moving on from this one.

“At this very moment, I’m the one who is attentively writing them…I’m the one thinking about all of this, I’m the one feeling my body satisfied and my hands still a bit cold.“ cut off for space
I’ve thought about this almost one for one before. Scary how close this is to my life