The unbearable lightness of being ..
Read this novel two years back, loved the snippets but missed the big picture. I can hardly remember anything of the book, even its characters. Like it was a dream - you remember how it felt, but not what it was; even in the dream it was an amorphous, fluid something - that resisted finding a form - a dream within a dream ..
Maybe time to skip the Ludlum and go back to Kundera again !
Read this novel two years back, loved the snippets but missed the big picture. I can hardly remember anything of the book, even its characters. Like it was a dream - you remember how it felt, but not what it was; even in the dream it was an amorphous, fluid something - that resisted finding a form - a dream within a dream ..
Maybe time to skip the Ludlum and go back to Kundera again !
This place: Near Shenandoah caverns, Virginia, on new year's eve.
1 comment:
too much light really... sometimes too much light is unbearable.. we are imperfect and like imperfection as much as we like perfection... sometimes reading too much brainy stuff also leaves you groaning...
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