My whole life has been a pretense, I told myself in the wing chair - the life I live isn't real, it's a simulated life, a simulated existence. My whole life, my whole existence has always been simulated - my life has always been pretense, never reality, I told myself. And I pursued this idea to the point at which I finally believed it. I drew a deep breath and said to myself, in such a way that the people in the music room were bound to hear it: You've always lived a life of pretense, not a real life - a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real.
Thomas Bernhard, Woodcutters (Translated by David McLintock)
Image: André Kertész
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