tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399282577773064439.post5585469239135945935..comments2023-06-11T17:29:23.054+03:00Comments on Cocosse | Journal: I want to be with those who know secret things, or else alone | Rainer Maria Rilke Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399282577773064439.post-81057227241542005992015-08-22T02:18:58.788+03:002015-08-22T02:18:58.788+03:00I can be by myself because I'm never lonely; I...<br /><br /><br /><br />I can be by myself because I'm never lonely; I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and Infinity and Eternity seem to take a liking to the likes of me. <br /><br /><br />My education has been so unwitting I can't quite tell which of my thoughts come from me and which from my books, but that's how I've stayed attuned to myself and the world around me for the past thirty-five years. Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.<br /><br /><br />I always loved twilight: it was the only time of day I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed in twilight, all streets, all squares, and all the people walking through them; I even had the feeling that I was a handsome young man, and I liked looking at myself in the mirror, watching myself in the shop windows as I strode along, and even when I touched my face, I felt no wrinkles at my mouth or forehead.<br /><br /><br /><br />Bohumil Hrabal / Too Loud a Solitude / 1976<br /><br />.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com