It goes on, terrifyingly repetitive. One could not do without repetition in life, like the beating of the… — Kōbō Abe
It goes on, terrifyingly repetitive. One could not do without repetition in life, like the beating of the heart, but it was also true that the beating of the heart was not all there was to life.
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