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The moment of illumination that burns across the sky of solitude.
Paul Auster • The Invention of Solitude
The point is: his life was not centered around the place where he lived.
Paul Auster • The Invention of Solitude
It was never possible for him to be where he was.
Paul Auster • The Invention of Solitude
Then he writes. It was. It will never be again.
Paul Auster • The Invention of Solitude
Winter Journal by Paul Auster
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