He knew he was faltering,... «Oryx and Crake»
manic_street_preacher25 ноября 2019He knew he was faltering, trying to keep his footing. Everything in his life was temporary, ungrounded. Language itself had lost its solidity; it had become thin, contingent, slippery, a viscid film on which he was sliding around like an eyeball on a plate. An eyeball that could still see, however. That was trouble.
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