The Lover
The lover loves the object. This object can be anything. A pretty girl, an antique book with crumbling binding, even a cat. Anything, really.
The lover loves the object. This object can be anything. A pretty girl, an antique book with crumbling binding, even a cat. Anything, really.
If things only happen once, then they may as well have never happened at all. …Think about that for a second.
Leaving, we will see ourselves in the distance, since we are standing outside ourselves now.
I reply to at least 40% of your statements with the following word: “Huh.”
We are poor. We live in a house without furniture. We sit on the floor. We have never seen the baseboards from this level before.
All of a sudden, the whole building explodes into stars in front of my eyes, and that’s when I know that it’s time to get out.
Before the storm is a moment of perfection.
Trains! Explosions! Terrible philosophical discussions! Trains again! This movie has it all.
In times of extreme duress, you may find it helpful to think in the third person. Imagine yourself as being in a story; not a story being written by you, but a story being written by another.
In Russia, in the 1930s, there was a young girl who could turn tennis balls inside out with her mind.