landed gentry he may not be, but i think i'm in love with his former self
Reading Jak Zostałem Pisarzem and it reads like an On the Road for the Eastern European set, in an area a fraction of the size of the states constant travel etails cycling around to the same starting point over and over. Moving standing still, long talks riding the public buses back and forth, talking, talking, always talking. Time pases but from his perspective nothing changes. He doesn't even bother starting a new paragraph. His youth is absurd, just like military service, just like prison, just like Poland in the 70s and 80s.
Static. Grey.
Reading Jak Zostałem Pisarzem and it reads like an On the Road for the Eastern European set, in an area a fraction of the size of the states constant travel etails cycling around to the same starting point over and over. Moving standing still, long talks riding the public buses back and forth, talking, talking, always talking. Time pases but from his perspective nothing changes. He doesn't even bother starting a new paragraph. His youth is absurd, just like military service, just like prison, just like Poland in the 70s and 80s.
Static. Grey.
