Paul Auster
Your feelings,
so adequately expressed in words make earth. You, very nice and so, but
you have to save face, I know. You are living out the remnants of your
forefathers' dream becoming your nightmare. Take responsibility dammit
man. Or else just give up. It all becomes too hard. No one said you had
to understand. So let go. In the private language there is nothing more
than community. Do you want these vegetables to continue to rot in the
kitchen? If you do what you need, sometimes a little less, you can rope
all living others into a social contract under force of death.
Convincing argument.