10:38 am - sāku jaunu tagujeb Līvas dzīve ar mani. Pirms pāris nedēļām sēdējām čomskī, runājām par kaut kādām Lielām Lietām, es Līvai mācīju, kā vajag dzīvot un darīt lietas, uz ko Līva atteica, ka ''es jau neesmu tu''. es aizdedzināju cigareti, ar Klinta Īstvuda izteiksmi sejā skatījos tālumā un paziņoju, ka ''es jau kādreiz arī nebiju es''. |
running to stand still
August 18th, 2014
09:54 pmBrod discovered 613 sadnesses, each perfectly unique, each a singular emotion, no more similar to any other sadness than to anger, ecstasy, guilt, or frustration. Mirror Sadness. Sadness of Domesticated Birds. Sadness of Being Sad in Front of One's Parent. Humor Sadness. Sadness of Love Without Release.She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life. She learned impossibly difficult songs on her violin, songs outside of what she thought she could know, and would each time come crying to Yankel, I have learned to play this one too! It's so terrible! I must write something that not even I can play! She spent evenings with the art books Yankel had bought for her in Lutsk, and each morning sulked over breakfast, They were good and fine, but not beautiful. No, not if I'm being honest with myself. They are only best of what exists. She spent an afternoon staring at their front door. / Jonathan Safran Foer - Everything is illuminated
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