Memory is a record.
People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that’s why there were all kinds of myself. There weren’t a lot of myself per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that’s all.
mediumdeadly: Neruda Cats: The poetry of Pablo Neruda, as read by cats
  1. cultofjupiter reblogged this from mediumdeadly and added:
    LATEST BY HUDSON!
  2. carondelet reblogged this from mediumdeadly
  3. mediumdeadly posted this