I find a fore-echo of my current life in a July trip up the Bosporus.
One can imagine that either the name of this shop is a result of the pure cosmic/linguistic absurdity of the universe, or that its owner is a Kafka scholar indeed.
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Showing posts with label How strangely we mortals are deceived by our own imagination. Show all posts
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Browsing through summer photos
I find a fore-echo of my current life in a July trip up the Bosporus.
One can imagine that either the name of this shop is a result of the pure cosmic/linguistic absurdity of the universe, or that its owner is a Kafka scholar indeed.
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