"I was a writer, I was a writer, but my indolent, voracious brain gnawed at my own entrails. Vulture of my Prometheus self or Prometheus of my vulture self, one day I understood that I might go so far as to publish excellent articles in magazines and newspapers, and even books that weren’t unworthy of the paper on which they were printed. But I also understood that I would never manage to create anything like a masterpiece. You may say that literature doesn’t consist solely of masterpieces, but rather is populated by so-called minor works. I believed that, too. Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms, and little wild-flowers. I was wrong. There’s actually no such thing as a minor work."
— Roberto Bolaño | 2666, The Part About Archimboldi
One day I shall write a great book so high and wild
I will never have to write another word ever again.
It will be elegant in prose and sheer in magnitude.
It will start with nothing and end with nothing.
Mynights have been restless. It is not your fault. It is half the weather and half my memory. I don't know if my last letter ever reached you. I included a couple of postcards as well. On the back of one of them I wrote have a beautiful summer. That was two months ago. Between then and now I've been to a few places, read a few books and wrote a few articles and met a few people... just to fill up my time. Oftentimes I've sat down and pondered if I should write you another letter, and each time
I forced myself not to, because who knows, these are delicate times. But the words keep bubbling inside, and here I am
writing you this pseudo-letter which you’ll probably never read. This is not an
exercise in catharsis. This is love. I'll suspend my disbelief, fool myself and call it that. The
days are long, but this is not such a bad ending.
Happy birthday, C. I hope you didn't miss the meteor shower.