Paris (spiritedaway)

“You are the sun. The sun doesn't move, this is what it does. You are the Earth. The Earth is here for a start, and then the Earth moves around the sun. And now, we'll have an explanation that simple folks like us can also understand, about immortality. All I ask is that you step with me into the boundlessness, where constancy, quietude and peace, infinite emptiness reign. And just imagine, in this infinite sonorous silence, everywhere is an impenetrable darkness. Here, we only experience general motion, and at first, we don't notice the events that we are witnessing. The brilliant light of the sun always sheds its heat and light on that side of the Earth which is just then turned towards it. And we stand here in its brilliance. This is the moon. The moon revolves around the Earth. What is happening? We suddenly see that the disc of the moon, the disc of the moon, on the Sun's flaming sphere, makes an indentation, and this indentation, the dark shadow, grows bigger... and bigger. And as it covers more and more, slowly only a narrow crescent of the sun remains, a dazzling crescent. And at the next moment, the next moment - say that it's around one in the afternoon - a most dramatic turn of event occurs. At that moment the air suddenly turns cold. Can you feel it? The sky darkens, then goes all dark. The dogs howl, rabbits hunch down, the deer run in panic, run, stampede in fright. And in this awful, incomprehensible dusk, even the birds... the birds too are confused and go to roost. And then... Complete Silence. Everything that lives is still. Are the hills going to march off? Will heaven fall upon us? Will the Earth open under us? We don't know. We don't know, for a total eclipse has come upon us... But... but no need to fear. It's not over. For across the sun's glowing sphere, slowly, the Moon swims away. And the sun once again bursts forth, and to the Earth slowly there comes again light, and warmth again floods the Earth. Deep emotion pierces everyone. They have escaped the weight of darkness”
― Béla Tarr

“I dreamt that Earth was finished. And the only
human being to contemplate the end was Franz
Kafka. In heaven, the Titans were fighting to the
death. From a wrought-iron seat in Central Park,
Kafka was watching the world burn.”
― Roberto Bolaño, Tres

“Εγώ δεν είμαι από 'δω. Δεν είμαι απ' αυτή τη γη όπου γεννήθηκα. Και στη ζωή μαθαίνεις, μαθαίνει αυτός που θέλει να μάθει, ότι κανένας δεν είναι από 'κεί που γεννήθηκε, από 'κει που τον μεγάλωσαν. Ότι κανένας δεν είναι από πουθενά. Μερικοί προσπαθούν να συντηρήσουν αυταπάτες και δημιουργούν νοσταλγίες, ιδιοκτησίες, ύμνους και σημαίες. Ανήκουμε όλοι στους τόπους που δεν γνωρίσαμε. Αν υπάρχει νοσταλγία, είναι για τα πράγματα που ποτέ δεν είδαμε, για τις γυναίκες που μαζί τους δεν κοιμηθήκαμε κι ούτε ονειρευτήκαμε. Και για τους φίλους που δεν αποκτήσαμε ακόμα, τα βιβλία που δεν διαβάσαμε, τα φαγητά που αχνίζουν στη χύτρα κι ακόμα δεν τα δοκιμάσαμε. Αυτή είναι η αληθινή νοσταλγία, η μοναδική.”
― Paco Ignacio Taibo II

“The Wind Will Carry Us

In my night, so brief, alas
The wind is about to meet the leaves.
My night so brief is filled with devastating anguish
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
This happiness feels foreign to me.
I am accustomed to despair.
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
There, in the night, something is happening
The moon is red and anxious.
And, clinging to this roof
That could collapse at any moment,
The clouds, like a crowd of mourning women,
Await the birth of the rain.
One second, and then nothing.
Behind this window,
The night trembles
And the earth stops spinning.
Behind this window, a stranger
Worries about me and you.
You in your greenery,
Lay your hands – those burning memories –
On my loving hands.
And entrust your lips, replete with life's warmth,
To the touch of my loving lips
The wind will carry us!
The wind will carry us!”
― Forough Farrokhzad