5th Of November 1998

ᴰᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶰˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᶫʷᵃʸˢ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᶰ ᵃ ᶫᵉᵃˢʰ⋅

When I was a child, I heard voices… Some would sing and some would scream, You soon find you have few choices. I learned the voices died with me.

When I was a child I’d sit for hours, Staring into open flames, Something in it had a power, Could barely tear my eyes away.

Roberto Bolaño from The Savage Detectives

Because the taste of alcohol is better than remembering the taste of your lips.