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“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
— Haruki Murakami
I can't make you understand. I can't make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I can't even explain it to myself.
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
Paul Cézanne - Pyramid of Skulls (1898-1900)
Lindsay C. Gibson, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents
Russell Lee. Movie theater. Southside, Chicago, Illinois. 1941
“Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.”
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The Bodmer Oak, Fontainebleau, 1865, Claude Monet
What has made me speak less with each passing day? I watch the dragonfly escape the lizard by inches and I decide to stay. I want my words and my life to escape death. So every time I try exaggerating my empathy , the insouciance, and the ability to extract only the bad side of my words and my life makes me edge closer to silence. I do not want to throttle my words to death.
“And so it seems that I must always write you letters that I can never send.”
— Sylvia Plath
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