i just wanted to post this because it's like, the most fucking brilliant passage i've ever read. it's the conclusion of a story called 'title' by john barth.

oh god comma i abhor self- consciousness. i despise what we have come to; i loathe our loathesome loathing, our place our time our situation, our loathesome art, this ditto necessary story. the blank of our lives. it's about over. let the d�nouement be soon and unexpected, painless if possible, quick at least, above all soon. now now! how in the world will it ever

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