I was just buzzing along and suddenly sideswiped by this sentence:
“The silence in the room seemed to be full of holes.” from Monsieur Pain” by Roberto Bolano, translation by Chris Andrews
I sat back in my chair and listened for holes. Lovely.
Tags: Roberto Bolano, writing
That is beautiful.
Yes, the transformational nature of art is indeed sublime.
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