Otro Pinche Post Emo

O: "De cómo me di cuenta de que no solo Dios existe, sino que es increíblemente Hijodeputa y se las trae contra mí"*

Slowly, I am coming to understand the absurdity of the task I have set for myself. I have a sense of trying to go somewhere, as if I knew what I wanted to say, but the farther I go the more certain I am that the path toward my object does not exist. I have to invent the road with each step, and this means that I can never be sure of where I am. A feeling of moving around in circles, of perpetual back-tracking, of going off in many directions at once. And even if I do manage to make some progress, I am not at all convinced that it will take me to where I think I´m going. Just because you wander in the desert, it does not mean there is a promised land.

-Otra vez Auster, mismo libro.

Es que, neta, si Dios me iba a dar una vida tan pínchemente sobrecargada de tragedia, ¿por qué la acompañó con tanta capacidad para darme cuenta?

* - Único título hasta la fecha conocido que contiene una paradoja vulgar y herética. Si es usté capaz de identificarla se ganará muchas cosas bonitas.