Henry Miller
My father died in front of my eyes three weeks ago, because of cancer. Last breath, and death. That is death, and that was the end. Life is just a "killing time" game, so what do you do? You need beauty? Or what?
I am japanese, and thinking or writing in English keeps me apart from rotten reality. I once studied literature at Paris university and... Gosh, j'ai completement oublie francais... what is my life? I lost myself, and this is the beginning of this essay.
Lightness of life... Life is light... just a game... I am not pessimist, I am just a realist.
"Even as a child, when I lacked for nothing, I wanted to die: I wanted to surrender because I saw no sense in struggling."
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