Character: Oshima

Unfortunately, with the detection of crimes, our police is getting worse. Falls with the stock price.

Poetry and symbolism cannot be separated. So for a long time happened. It's like the pirates and rum.

But the more I get people who lack imagination. Such T. S. Eliot called "hollow". The lack of imagination, the void they stop dead straw and walk yourself through the world, without noticing. And its immunity, deafness, under the guise of empty words, trying to impose on others. <...> Yes, if you're anyone: gay, lesbian, normal, like most people, feminist, fascist pig, a Communist, and the hare Krishnas. Under any banner, please... I'm absolutely not concerned. Someone I don't like, is that such hollow people.

You know, I'm a reasonable realist. So all my predictions would be negative. I'm speaking in General terms about the most ordinary things. And they sound like a bad prediction. Why? Yes, because our lives are all evil omens. Take any newspaper and compare how many good and how many bad news. Immediately understand.

Human tragedy, as it is comical, not his weaknesses, but rather strengths.

But loneliness is something different. And it turns out that this is not what you imagine?

But this sort of thing... then we need to think and decide for himself. None of you do. This really is the thing - love, Kafka. Feelings as beautiful as the breath - they are for you alone, in the darkness, wandering alone, too. Be patient. Tempers body and soul.

Jean Jacques Rousseau said that civilization began when humanity began to build the wall. A very apt remark. The way it is: every civilization is the product of fenced freedom. Exception - the only Australian aborigines. They have to semnadtsatogo a century been a civilization that did not recognize fences. Here it was really free people. Walked when I wanted and where I wanted. What I wanted, and did. Went my whole life in a circle. Walking in circles - a powerful metaphor, svidetelstvuet that they live. And then came the British, all fenced to raise cattle. The natives could not understand why this is necessary. So they did not understand what they as an antisocial and dangerous element driven into the wilderness. So you need to be careful, dear Kafka. In the end, in this world of survival of those who are building high strong fences. And if you deny it, you are in the same hole will drive...

Your external appearance is a reflection of what sits inside you and Vice versa. So often, a labyrinth of its external manifestations, you find yourself in a maze within itself. And it is often dangerous.

Irony makes a person deeper, bigger, opens the way to salvation on a higher level.

- I want to ask: in the music of such power that a person can change? What do you think? After all, sometimes they do, and it was a coup.
- Of course there is, ' said the young man. - Here with us something happens. This means and inside we have something going on. Like a chemical reaction. Then look at yourself and understand that we're now higher by one step. The boundaries of the world parted. I was so. This rarely happens, but it happens. It's like love.

The thing, which carries a certain imperfection, was attracted by their imperfection.

We all lose something more, we lose something. Rare, important feelings, which then can not be undone. In this part of life. But somewhere in my head, most likely in the head - there is a small nook where all this is stored as a memory. As books on the shelves in our library. To find, what is in our hearts, for this cavern you need to make a file Cabinet. It is necessary to get out, it needs to ventilate, to change the water in the flowers. In other words, you you spend your entire life in the native library.

You know, people in the majority to the freedom I seek, and only think aspire. Everything is an illusion. If you give them true freedom, they just go crazy. Just so you know. In fact, to be a free people don't want to.