The end of a month, or nearly. Admit it: the blog is measured in months, or that each month is something like a life, beginning tentatively, exploring a new, wide territory, before rising prolifically to the plateau at the middle – the stretch of days that opens as to the wanderer in Peter Handke’s stories. But then, later on, the waste of days – diffuse anguish at the edge of the sea. Was it all for this? And what end has been reached, the soft green waves lapping at your feet?
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