A book and a song

'enemy' shellfire was coming closer like the stitches of a gigantic sewing machine, screams of pain, shouted commands and whistling medics - the machine was running amok, and a billowing carpet of brown smoke settled across the town, so dense and boundless that it enveloped the sky as well, and there we sat, in the middle of all this, like maggots in the core of a rotten apple. - The Burnt-Out Town of Miracles, Roy Jacobsen

'comment pourrais-je vivre, si tu n'étais pas là?'

'how could I live, if you were not here?' - Si tu n'étais pas là, Fréhel

I am unoccupied, so I have picked two interesting things and included them in a blog together. The book is one that I am reading currently. The song is by Fréhel and I like it.