The Mouse can’t remember when he first stepped onto the boat, or how he got there, or the name of the cursed river. All he knows is that there are always new souls lined up on the shore, waiting to be ferried across, coins plucked from their eyes to pay the way.
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Robert McNees (mcnees@mastodon.social)'s status on Monday, 01-Jan-2024 18:54:05 UTC Robert McNees -
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“Going up that river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, sluggish...And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect.” -
Mika Gratzke (mikagratzke@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 02-Jan-2024 00:29:21 UTC Mika Gratzke @mcnees Heiner Müller sends his regards.
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