From For Bread Alone, by Mohamed Choukri, translated by Paul Bowles
WHAT INDEED
"What would life be like, I wondered , if all of it had to be spent sitting like this here in this room? We would all have to exist only in our memories, acting out the parts we play here until we were so bored by both them and the memories that we came to rest in a silence like this one."
From Chapter 12
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