My Bukowski collection
a.k.a. blissard, a.k.a. Anders.
Graphic Designer. Musician (sort of). Film collector. Environmentally friendly. Your man in Norway.
Blogging about design, music, books and beautiful stuff.
Graphic Designer. Musician (sort of). Film collector. Environmentally friendly. Your man in Norway.
Blogging about design, music, books and beautiful stuff.
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It’s 6 A.M., I’m sick, I can’t sleep, and I’m reading Factotum. There’s a passage in there describing an old man on his death bed. It goes:
“I heard sounds like the sawing of wood coming from behind the door to our left - only the rasps were punctuated with gasps for breath. Each breath seemed to be the last yet each breath finally led painfully to another.”
As I’m reading this, and now writing this, I’m listening to my old man neighbour and his awful cough. His lungs seems to be filled with tar or something, everything but air. This has been going on for months, I wonder if he gets any sleep at all.
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