A Momentary Diversion on the Road to the Grave

A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying Nothing

I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.

Richard Brautigan, “I Live in the Twentieth Century” 

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