1. "…He bowed his head and surrendered to the fur caps and boots, realizing that it was no use to search because what he sought was lost, swallowed up by this coming together of forces, of details, of this earth, this marching."
    The Melancholy of ResistanceLaszlo Krasznahorkai (via monocled—misanthrope)

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