Aprīlis 23., 2019


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Went into the bush. For a moment I was frightened. Had to compose myself. Tried to look into my own heart. "What is my inner life?" No reason to be satisfied with myself. The work I am doing is a kind of opiate rather than a creative expression. I am not trying to link it to deeper sources. To organize it. Reading novels is simply disastrous. Went to bed and thought about other things in an impure way.

/Bronislaw Malinowski

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Date:16. Maijs 2019 - 18:12
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''thought about other things in an impure way'' - ha, haven't we all
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