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Start en diskusjon om verket Se alle diskusjoner om verketThe people I grew up with felt glamorous watching films, listening to records, or reading books written by people who unfolded their lives, who told of the time they loved and the time they died and the time they danced at EL Moroco.
Make death proud to take us.
My dad wandered off in search of himself.
'I totally love those words,' he said, 'and I wish they were mine'.
He was dulling himself. He drank like that, too: as if oblivion was a perfect place to be by yourself.
They say you know nothing at eighteen. But there are things you know at eighteen that you will never know again.
'We had the party. We had our story.' He liftet his glass and walked to the garden wall for a better view of the city. 'That's it - the whole mad thing.' He looked at the miles of buildings. 'It's like an explosion of life happening and then it's gone'.
'Don't look back. Go in the car and don't look back.'
'Looking back is all I've got,' he said.