Quote by Agustin GomezArcos

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metapho

Summary

This quote suggests that during winter, the closing moments of the day resemble the concluding lines of a poem that represents death. It implies a feeling of captivity or hopelessness, where one cannot escape the impending darkness or the finality of death. The imagery of winter emphasizes the coldness and bleakness of this situation, emphasizing a sense of finality and the absence of any possibilities or solutions.

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By Agustin GomezArcos

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