sick and guessing
(Micah P Hinson lo pone así de fácil)
"I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind.... It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don't know."
"This fall I think you're riding for - it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started.
"
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
(y así advierte Mr Antolini a Holden...
también le podría haber profetizado cualquier trozo de Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie
o gritarle un "cuidado! los amorosos!" aunque Holden todavía no lo sepa
o algún rothko gris, o peor aún, rojo
porque quién no querría ser el guardián en el centeno? y si no, al menos, saber que existe uno, saberse a salvo
noción tentadora donde las haya)
últimamente me parece que a todos les duele lo mismo... lo que se quedó en la caja de pandora
there must be something...
same shit, different day
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mr. peel -