Oct
10
One is prepared for friendship, not for friends. And sometimes not even for friendship, but at least we try: usually we flair in the darkness, a darkness that’s not foreign to us, a darkness that comes from inside us and meshes with a purely external reality, with the darkness of certain gestures, certain shadows that we once thought were familiar and that in fact are as strange as a dinosaur.
—Roberto Bolano, “Friends are strange”
Picture from Castle in the Sky
