Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Normally I would say, that after a certain age one is too old to learn lessons. One can only be punished and punished. But perhaps that is not true, not always. I wait to see.                                       -Disgrace, by J.M Coetzee.

What was it?

Where does the fission between punishment and penance lie? Inside lies either one or both. And prayer, unfortunately, seems to be the cry of the hopeless.

I do not care any more. If it is a sentence or if it is my penitence. Because you have made me shiver in suffocating heat and you have sucked air out of my lungs. I will accept you.

But what was my crime. 

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