Y, para variar, cuando debería estar leyendo otra cosa, traduciendo otra cosa o redactando otra cosa me he quedad prendada ya de un libro que compré adelantadamente para el próximo semestre. Dios qué inicio, Dios, qué Auster.
“Life becomes death that we no longer know which side we are on. Life becomes death, and it is as if this death has owned this life all along. Death without warning. Which is to say: life stops. And it can stop at any moment”.