In his tiredness…

In his tiredness and inattention these intuitions manifested in Paul as an uncomplicated bleakness–that he was in the center of something bad, whose confines were expanding, as he remained in the same place. Faintly he recognized in this a kind of humor, but mostly he was aware of the rain, continuous and everywhere as an incognizable information, so he crossed the magnified street, gleaming and blacker from wetness, to return to the party.

from ‘Taipei’ by Tao Lin

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