Pen&paper

Willie Peyote - Ogni Giorno Alle 18

And your face is a mess Ooo, your face is a mess Ooo, ooo, so how could they know? Eh, eh, how could they know?

“Whatever makes you happy...Whatever you want...

You're so fuckin' special, I wish I was special..”  

And so I wrote him, he wrote me, and we continued to talk about the problems of life, of society, of the people and we never talked about ourselves. Me and him. It would continue in this way until one of the two would not have silenced the other with a kiss.

“Now Ted, a person’s life is filled with a zillion little experiences. Some which are insignificant, have no meaning, and, you know, you forget them. Others which you remember for the rest of your natural life. Now, since what we’re proposing here is so unusual, so outside the norm, this is a good bet that is going to be one of those incidents that sticks. So, since you’re gonna be stuck remembering this for the rest of your life, you have to decide what that memory will be. So, Ted, are you going to remember for the next 40 years, give or take a decade, that you *refused* a $1000 for one second’s worth of work? Or that you *made* $1000 for one second’s worth of work?”

“E l'amore guardò il tempo e rise, perché sapeva di non averne bisogno… Fuggì senza allontanarsi, ritornò senza essere partito, il tempo moriva e lui restava”.

“Sono per sempre la tua affezionata”.

14.02.17

Misery, Stephen King

Quando il fattore entrerà, vedrà la coperta piegata, in segno di ringraziamento e da uomo faceto domanderà ai buoni, Ditemi un po’, hanno detto messa stanotte, ed essi gireranno le teste mal in arnese, senza sorpresa, gli uomini hanno sempre qualcosa da dire e a volte fanno centro, come in questo caso, perché fra l'amore di coloro che qui hanno dormito e la santa messa non c'è alcuna differenza, o, se ci fosse, la messa ci perderebbe.

Memoriale del Convento, J. Saramago.