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Out Stealing Horses

“One of my many horrors is to become the man with the frayed jacket and unfastened flies standing at the co-op counter with egg on his shirt and more too because the mirror in the hall has given up the ghost. A shipwrecked man without an anchor in the world except in his own liquid thoughts where time has lost its sequence.”

One of many sage ruminations from Per Petterson’s “Out Stealing Horses”.