“As far as I can tell, there’s only one way to stop feeling and that’s to die.”
“That seems a bit drastic.”
“It is drastic. Perhaps the most drastic thing there is. There are other
ways to kill feelings, like drinking a lot or working hard, constantly,
pushing those around you as far away as possible until there’s no way
for you to reach out to them but ultimately, the only way to completely
stop feeling, forever, is to die.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
“Good. You’ll be a better person for it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that the most interesting, amazing people I’ve ever met, the ones who influenced and shaped the universe itself, are the ones that felt too much but lived through it.”
“That sounds hard.”
“It is. It involves living.”
//–i wrote this for you.
The reality is that in much of industrialized societies,
we are completely addicted to comfort.
We are a society of addicts.
– Julia Butterfly Hill
Dean: Well, I got to ask. How old are you?
Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg. Regardless – at the end, I’ll reap him, too.
Dean: God? You’ll reap God?
Death: Oh, yes. God will die, too, Dean.
A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance.
– Maltese Proverb.
“I don’t find clothes sexy at all.
I find people sexy.”
my all time favorite author writing about film produced by my favorite director
when murakami meets jean luc godard
“Well, for example if you cry in Alphaville, they arrest you and execute you in public”
“’Cause in Alphaville, you’re not allowed to have deep feelings.
So there’s nothing like love. No contradictions, no irony.
They do everything according to numerical formulas.”
– After Dark, Haruki Murakmi