Then the Readers die one by one and the Work continues on alone, although a new Criticism and new Readers gradually fall into step with it along its path. Then Criticism dies again and the Readers die again and the Work passes over a trail of bones on its journey toward solitude. To come near the work, to sail in her wake, is a sign of certain death, but new Criticism and new Readers approach her tirelessly and relentlessly and are devoured by time and speed. —Roberto Bolano
From PDX Writer Daily. While, at first, I find this mostly dear and really pretty charming, if a tad disturbing, I think it deserves a little thought. The intentionality of identity in the creator of this document is unsettling in, I think, a good way. Click the image to view the origin post a larger version of the image so you can read it.
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