25 jan. 2019

from 2019's best book by a great margin

Beasts do not hang themselves over the body of a melancholic lover, nor do they drown themselves in the oceans of questions which emerge all around the human with every faulty move she makes. No, they can not value life, nor can they devalue it... at least not like we can. For them, it just is. They carry on being beasts, and we, we carry on being human… dogs are dogs; cows are cows; pigs are pigs, and sheep are sheep. Snakes are snakes, and falcons, they are always falcons. But humans are something becoming something.

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