- Are you the kind of person who pushes away or the kind of person who snuggles in the moment of orgasm? I asked on my first date with an eternity of toxicity
Ecosmortality. The nutrients of the body’s remains nourish the seed of a tree that will be able to grow and zero in on the process of passing into oblivion. I am not afraid of death. The hardest moment is seeing your loved one in a coffin, realizing their absence in the body before you. Separating the past and the future in a moment of wild hysterical dissolution. For me, it would be much easier if the person at the moment of death simply dissolved into space and was forever a living memory of the past. This is physical death. What about death without the loss of a physical body? Surrender. To lose. To resign. Relax. Freeing yourself.
- Your time, is it outside or inside? Alice asked, after watching a live broadcast of a woman psychologist she was a fan of
She felt with her back his wild look and his desire to destroy her at that moment, to roll her in that marble. She knew that feeling already like all basic feelings. She began to imagine the bruises and abrasions in her head after that night, or maybe she would have something broken. Maybe she’ll pass out from pain shock. How long is she gonna be able to recover? Every time before the beating, she thought of that moment before the ceremony when she sat on the floor and couldn’t leave because she thought it was just a moment and that a new moment would happen today. Alice’s eyes darkened with fear and when she opened them, she saw her husband standing in front of her and a corkscrew stuck in his throat. A couple of seconds later, he fell. Alice was left standing covered in blood, only this time not hers. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She was in shock, she was surprised, she was shaking like a washing machine in the last mode. But what struck her more was that she looked at a puddle of blood and wondered if the blood could flow to the line between the tiles on the floor.
Empathy, curiosity, emotional intelligence, and purity. We walked slowly down the street, like lost mummies brought to life by a random spell, we walked because it was impossible to stand still. Deja vu. I often had this dream from Thursday to Friday, and I looked up and saw several snipers on the roof, who were Nazguls sitting in ambush, waiting for the order of the all-seeing eye. I’ve seen a trillion arrests, I’ve seen those daredevils run up to four and grab one girl who was standing in the road, standing! She did not attack anyone with a knife, she did not spoil other people’s property, she did not shout bad words, and she did not interfere with traffic. But she was part of this march, she was disappointed in what was happening in our state, and she wanted to live with dignity. Instead, she was grabbed by four healthy men who aggressively dragged her to their police caravan and, as if on the way, one of them punched her in the stomach. This very man, who swore an oath to serve and protect the people, punches a defenseless girl in the stomach who was standing on the road in silence. when I was a kid, I wanted to be a policeman, I wanted to be strong and respected, I wanted to benefit society, I wanted to fight crime, and I wanted to be like those uncles and aunts I saw on the street in uniform and I admired their power. Need I say that I changed my mind? Only a truly mature person knows how to adapt to the realities of the world around him and knows how to evolve in the circumstances presented. Curiosity and wonder create the explorer. Sleep. Rehearsal. I didn’t know then that that sniper was from another dream. A dream where I was standing in front of my childhood home and couldn’t go inside because I didn’t have the keys. But the doors were unlocked.
- Maybe we bark and try to defeat our own reflection in the mirror? I said, standing in front of the mirror in my worst dream
Everything is actually a glitch. An illusion imposed on us by our subconscious. Then why can’t you choose an illusion in which to live comfortably and happily? By not letting your emotion come out, you keep it as a time bomb in the back of your secrets. The explosion is inevitable. Prove strength out of weakness. Fight for attention and respect only when it’s out of your reach. That’s your glitch. Everything you need is available to you. Breakthrough.
- She’s a goddamn genius and like love a genius, she’s an absolute bitch, Robert said, reading my article in a no-name magazine
All our misfortunes are of our own making, and it is only worth a good look to find our fingerprints on them. Lawrence Darrell. “Balthazar.”