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To write: because writing constitutes nothing final but only provides impulses; because it is an endless beginning, a constantly new first time, like intercourse or pain. As long as one writes, ruin is averted, it doesn’t all slip away; and that’s why I write: to bear the world as it steadily crumbles into nothingness.
–Günter Kunert, “Why Write” (Translated by James Hulbert)

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