29 Ağustos 2014, Cuma
saat: 17:49
"What else can I think about, what else have I thought about... I can't even cry, I died last year. I told you I had but I didn't know then what I meant. I didn't know what I was saying. Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar..."
(Faulkner - The Sound and the Fury)
A drop of love into the river of sadness that flows into the ocean of indifference. How odd, though, I can have all these inside me, but to you they are only words.
