truer father let songs sung die him, little little, averse a time. art — Dimitri Verhulst, De helaasheid der dingen

De helaasheid der dingen Dimitri Verhulst

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It was truer to my father to let the songs he'd sung die with him, little by little, averse at a time. How could these art-mongers constantly ignore the mortality of beauty, a pleonasm if ever I'd heard one?

Dimitri Verhulst, De helaasheid der dingen

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