Time goes by so damn fast.
What alternative is there to the media’s “Us” versus “Them”? The danger is that if it is used to prop up this “righteous” position of “ours” all we will see from now on are ever more exacting and minute analyses of the “dirty” distortions in “their” thinking. Without some flexibility in our definitions we’ll remain forever stuck with the same old knee-jerk reactions, or worse, slide into complete apathy.
Aquel silencio recordaba todas las lluvias del mundo cayendo sobre la faz de la Tierra.
Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen.
Sometimes I get the feeling that everything that happened to me was some kind of illusion. It’s as though something happened to make me think that things happened that never really happened at all. But I know for sure that they did happen.
It’s not that I don’t believe in contemporary literature,” he added, “but I don’t want to waste valuable time reading any book that has not had the baptism of time. Life is too short.
I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair, rubbed on body lotion, cleaned my ears. Then to the kitchen to heat up the last of the coffee. Only to discover: no one sitting at the opposite side of the table. Staring at that chair where no one sat, I felt like a tiny child in a De Chirico painting, left behind all alone in a foreign country.
I’ve been out with lots of woman who are much prettier than her, better built, with better taste, and more intelligent. But those comparisons are meaningless.
Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me, time became dead grains of sand, which one after another gave way and vanished.
The clouds looked like silent travelers headed for the edge of the earth.
He must be living a life free of worries. But viewed from his perspective, looking at me from his side of the valley, I might appear to also be living a life of ease and leisure. From a distance, most things look beautiful.
Somewhere between ‘not enough’ and ‘not at all.’ I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once. But they never gave that to me. Never, not once.
Because brains packed with knowledge are yummy, that’s why. They’re nice and creamy. And sort of grainy at the same time.
All I wanted was to put myself to sleep in towns I didn’t know.
It’s like I’d been born with a blind spot, and was always missing something. And what I missed was always the most important thing of all.
But don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you.
Hell has no true bottom.
Korogi nods to herself. Then she goes on: “You know, I think if I didn’t have that fuel, if I didn’t have these memory drawers inside me, I would’ve snapped a long time ago. I would’ve curled up in a ditch somewhere and died. It’s because I can pull the memories out of the drawers when I have to – the important ones and the useless ones – that I can go on living this nightmare of a life. I might think I can’t take it any more, that I can’t go on any more, but one way or another I get past that.
Ask whatever questions you want, but remember, I may not answer.
I wanted to begin a new life where I didn’t know a soul.