Hopperesque

Hopperesque

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Who we Are


          We exist for ourselves perhaps and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence. No one can cross the boundary into another - for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself.

Paul Auster
New York Trilogy
1987

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