To be alive, it seemed to me, as I stood there in all kinds of sorrow, was to be both original and reflection, and to be dead was to be split off, to be reflection alone.
Related Authors: Teju Cole | Open City
Related Topics: answer, death, life, life-, death, life-lessons, sorrow, spiritual
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