/these three words ‘Pablo is dead’, with their overwhelming meaning, with their great meaning, become heavy as whole planets, eclipsing suns, become atillas and their armies. a man has died and sadly I don’t know who he is, while whole cities tumble down, pride vanishes, green pastures become deserts of sand, and I howl on his grave like a dog.

(hospital. room 728. empty bed. watch still on the bedtable)

(from the_underdogs_v_III)

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