An archive of printed words which have somehow struck a chord in me
20 Aug 2012
Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes no sound...
Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (Faber and Faber Limited, 2000) p. 116
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