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Welcome to my (now) annual tradition where I select a short story that seems to be about nothing to kickstart a reading habit that will eventually die out halfway through the year. Hopefully this year I get to its end with the same momentum.

Sigh...Letters to Milena has been dnf'ed once more. Until another time, I guess, when I can bear reading about a man too chickeny to meet a woman he loves.

After reading 4 pages of a single person's dialogue I refuse to think I yap too much

im not sure if i like this book at all

Love is so short, forgetting is so long

"Here I love you"

and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence

and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.
The way nets cannot hold water.

I who lived in a harbor from which I loved you.
The solitude crossed with dream and with silence.
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.

In you is the illusion of each day

I need 'We Have Lost Even' on my arm.

"and your silence hunts down my afflicted hours"