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Sima B. Moussavian
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Interview on THE THINGS THAT HAUNT US by Sima B. Moussavian
Your book blends psychological trauma, paranormal elements, and mystery. What inspired you to bring these threads together into one story?
Reality, I guess. I think when traumatic experiences are triggered by a particular environment or event, then the unraveling that follows can thin out the line between reality and illusion. Apart from that, when wounds are reopened and lying raw, then we are mor Read more of this blog post »
Reality, I guess. I think when traumatic experiences are triggered by a particular environment or event, then the unraveling that follows can thin out the line between reality and illusion. Apart from that, when wounds are reopened and lying raw, then we are mor Read more of this blog post »
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“The ghosts of what we don’t dare to recall are the most dangerous. They sneak up on us, unnoticed. They follow our every step. They stalk us and won´t let go until they will have killed our spirit.”
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The way they leave: A crime novella about the delusions you choose to believe in
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“Miles of now, right before our eyes. The present is an ocean: deep and wide. So unlimited in its extent that you can hardly understand it. Without a goal, you drift upon it and desperately wonder how far it stretches, the present, before it will be past. How far away from it does the future start and how much of it can we ever grasp?”
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
“Does anyone ever recognize themselves when they look back? When they see who they used to be at some point in their life, or do the things that you remember always feel like something unknown, strange? Does the caterpillar know it will become a butterfly? Do maggots suspect that at some stage they'll grow wings and once they are flying, would they recognize themselves when looking at a maggot in the trash?”
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
“Maybe that’s what’s immanent to humanity: they strive to know and when they do they still make nothing of it. They come to know and know, but refuse to learn and have to make the same mistakes all over again. Can you really blame them? They are only human, after all, and the world must end twice before they learn a lesson.”
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
“Anger is a disease. You catch it when you are at your weakest and once you are suffering from it, you are highly contagious.”
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“I was too young to imagine what truth really meant and too old to believe that one day it would always win. Truths are no shining key to help you open the doors to better places. They are a burden: a curse that lies upon you until you impose it on someone else.”
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
“My hands would touch the weathered rock behind me: rugged but smooth on the edges it would feel and I would be wondering how long it would be until the elements would succeed in grinding it down, in wearing it off so the sea would finally get to take it away. Millions of years, I’d be thinking, with my fingers in the brittle cracks that the continuously freezing and melting water had left on its surface and thinking this, I would have to remind myself that I would still be there to see it. I would still be there, once everything around me would be gone. There, in a dead and invariable wasteland and these would be the moments when it would hit me like rockfall: the futility of eternity”
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
“How do survivors feel? Relieved and grateful, perhaps. As excited about their saved life as if it were a gift that the rustling fingers feverishly unwrap from its packaging on Christmas morning and whatever is underneath: you are happy. This is how it should be when you have survived the worst. Far from the crippling horror we were feeling.”
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
― Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
