This is literary diary of bizzare person from Europe - now living in L.A
Yesterday I started to read Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge /Rilke/. First it caused my sleepiness (heavy, bizzare, short dream), and next fear and sleeplessness. It was fear of death. I coudn't stand lying in my dark room, my empty room with white walls, my claustrophobic room, I had to stood up and went somewhere. In this way arised Secret Literary Diary of Malte.
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