Time had gone, and my memory did not exist, and I was unable to distinguish between what I had invented and what I had known, and I knew that what I had invented was all false.
Doris Lessing in The Golden Notebook.



26 Banbury 1999

El conejo blanco vestido con chaleco para la fiesta mira el reloj con prisas porque no tiene tiempo, llega tarde Pero no sabe que nadie tiene tiempo para hacer lo que en realidad quieren ...

The white rabbit wearing a waistcoat for the party looks the clock in a hurry because he did not have time, he is late but does not know that anyone has time to do what they really want ...

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