Book: Just a short moment on earth, we are all beautiful. Page 3



Yesterday I was re-reading Roland Barthes's Diary of Sorrow, a book he wrote day after day during the year after his mother's death. He writes: “I saw my mother’s body sick and dying.” Then I put the book aside and decided to write to you. While you're still alive.
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How could I explain that you were talking about writing? How to say that we are so close that the shadows of our hands merge on adjacent pages.
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