/lit/ - Literature

There was a time when I used to see the ghost of Hitler walking down the hall into the bathroom. He never turn to look at me, he just walked. Then I got really depresed about my writings, and I stoped seeing Hitler. A couple a days after I stoped writing alltogether and shortafter I saw Joyce's ghost walking down the hall, he stoped and looked at me, opened he's mouth, as if he were about to say something, but didn't spoke a word and went off to the bathroom. I tought that it was a clear sign that I was going mad, so I went back to writing to not think about Joyce. I never saw him or Hitler again. Perhaps he wanted to say that all communication is imposible but you have to try itanyways, I'm not sure. I just hope I never get to see Joyce again

because I'm dying, it hurts and it's watery and pestilent

>>8076888

>>7927754
I am going to find out one day.
It was red.
Where was I?
This isn't the way it was.
It was the man in the green coat.
It had something to do with
the telling of time.

r u a crazy person?