In the next morning, I walked out of the literature,out of my apartment, into the street,and then threw away the paper trash into the recycled bin. From then on, an era full of my delirium and detachment ended, but that was still in the essence an ordinary day.
YOU ARE READING
The monsoon literature
PoetryOur self is always so distant a leap from the surroundings. Literature is the medium of the minority to revolt, to state existence.
