Epigraph
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On your road there are nails, staples,
rusted corks, the dried apricot of time,
a concrete path, the railway, grass here and there,
a living snowdrop or simple, ordinary wire...
In actual fact, in fact all this leads one
to think then, but at the same time your premonition
realises: your life in its complete uselessness
can be tied in with these things.
Do not grieve about this,
death in fact is neither high nor low.
It is not death that is greater
but the thought of the road to death
that overcomes death itself.
-Belgi
- Writer
