Today I was walking the Boltzmanngasse and I remembered that there is nothing intrinsic in the flow of time, no difference between past & future—we see one just because our vision of the world is blurred
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. . . Boltzmann hanged himself during an attack of depression
Conversation
He was in vacation with his wife and daughter in Duino, near Trieste—where a few years later Rilke wrote his masterpiece—but upset and nervous because he was anxious to return to Vienna