Character: Theo Decker
And no matter how much I wanted to believe that there is truth behind illusions, I finally realized that there is no truth behind illusions. Because between “reality” on the one hand and the point at which reality and reason converge, there is a certain intermediate zone, an iridescent edge where beauty comes to life, where two completely different surfaces merge, are captured and give us something that life cannot give us : in this very space all art, all magic exists. And - I bet that's all love. Or, to be more precise, the intermediate zone shows us the fundamental paradox of love. Close up: A freckled hand on a black coat, an origami frog flopped to one side. A step back - and again an immortal illusion creeps in: about life is greater than life. And between them - the gap - is Pippa herself, she is both love and non-love, she is here and not here. Photos on the wall, a crumpled sock under the sofa. The moment when I reached out to remove the fluff from her hair, and she laughed and dodged me. And just as music is an internotic space, just as the stars are beautiful due to the distances between them, just as the sun at a certain angle beats a ray into a raindrop and throws a prism of light into the sky - so is the space in which I exist, where I would like to stay further, is exactly in that middle zone, where despair clashes with the purest otherness and something sublime is born.
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Viker 25-10-2021 / 09:22
And how remarkable how limp his world was without him. It's strange, I thought, jumping away from the stream of water rushing along the curb, how everything can change in just a few hours - or, rather, how strange that such a bright fragment of the past can get stuck in the present, broken, broken, but never disappeared to end. Andy was kind to me when I had no one else. And I could at least repay his mother and sister with kindness. Now I understand this, but then it did not even occur to me that I had not crawled out of my cocoon of grief and self-digging for years, and behind this anomie of mine, behind stupor, apathy, isolation and heartache, I missed many everyday, small , imperceptible manifestations of kindness; and even this very word, kindness, reminded of a way out of a coma, from the hum of sensors - into a hospital reality of voices and people.
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Viker 25-10-2021 / 09:22
But even though I understood that I was very lucky, I still did not feel either happiness or even gratitude for such luck. The feeling was that my spirit itself had changed at some chemical level: as if the acid balance in my soul had been disturbed and life had burned out of me - irreparably, irreversibly, like a frond of a coral polyp turned to stone to the very core.
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Viker 25-10-2021 / 09:22
So here everything goes to hell in one second.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 14:05
Very magic picture, her liveliness was like a strange, aerial point, when hitting the snow in front of the cameras whirled snowflakes and green light, and care has become a game, who will win, who will lose, she just wanted to revel in these silent, flying in the wind minutes. I looked at the picture and felt the same convergence only at a single point: trembling, pierced the sun a moment that existed in eternity and now. And only occasionally did I notice the chain at the goldfinch on the leg or thought about, how cruel life had treated with a little living creature - it will fly up briefly and fatefully land in the same hopeless place.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 14:05
Boris is drunk, sometimes has seriesnew, succumbed to Russian love problem topics and eternal questions and was now sitting on the marble countertop, swinging nazarenas fork sausage and a few feverish talked about poverty, capitalism, global warming and how the ass is this world coming to.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 14:05
I knew that something irreparable happened, and at the same time it seemed to me that there must be some way back under the rain and change everything.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 14:05
Not always given a chance to fix everything. Sometimes only remains to try to not get caught.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 14:05
... I read somewhere online that suicide was possible to die from an overdose only two percent of cases, the figure is insignificant to the absurd, but, unfortunately, all my previous experience had only confirmed the way it is. "And no those of the rain". Such someone out there left a suicide note. "A farce". Husband of Jean Harlow, who committed suicide on their wedding night. And the best - George Sanders, just a classic old Hollywood, her father remembered by heart and constantly quoted. "Dear world, I'm bored, I'm leaving." And that's HART crane. Soar and fall, it falls flapping shirt. "Good-bye, people!" he shouted goodbye and jumped off the ship.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 14:05
The first rule of the restorer. Don't do anything then not be able to fix it.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 14:05
We cannot choose what we want and what not, here it is - the ugly, sad truth. Sometimes we want what we want, even knowing that this is what we will end it.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 14:05
Because I do not care, what people have been saying and how often and how confidently they repeat it: no one, no one will ever convince me that life is the ultimate prize, the greatest gift. Because here's the truth: life is catastrophe. The very essence of our existence, when we rush here and there trying to feed themselves, make friends and do something on the list - is a disaster. Forget all this nonsense in the spirit of "Our town", which you hear everywhere: about what a miracle a newborn baby, about how much joy is hidden in a single flower, about how mysterious ways, etc etc. As for me - and I will stubbornly repeat it until you die until you take the dirt my ungrateful nihilistic face, yet not so faint that I can't and not a word to utter: it is better not to be born at all, than to be born in this sewer. In this cesspool of hospital beds, coffins and broken hearts. No exit to freedom, no appeal, no "start again" as he was fond of saying Ksandra, the way forward, only one - old age and loss, and only one way out - death.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 14:04
