Wednesday, 11 February 2015

wieslaw mysliwski

wieslaw mysliwski

in this book i read a sentence that struck me

the narrator tells his story and asked..

isn't remembering a kind of light that comes to us from a no longer excisting star? maybe a memory that may not reach you at all?
isn't the whole life a remembrance?

how little are  the problems in the past you thought you never survive ...

how soothing   isn't it?