“The sound of wind had become, for me, silence. When it went away, I was left with the squeak of the blood in my head and the aural glitter of all those little eardrum hairs quivering like a drunk in withdrawal.”
Quote by David Foster Wallace
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Source: This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life
Source: This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life
