I took a stroll in the city. It was infernally hot. The usual evening hubbub around me. Lovers on the… — Imre Kertész
I took a stroll in the city. It was infernally hot. The usual evening hubbub around me. Lovers on the pavements, hurrying to cinemas and other places of amusement as if nothing had happened, nothing. Living their nonexistent lives. Or do they exit, and it’s me who doesn’t.
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