Kristina

“what i admire most
about her
is that she
knows how to
fuck reality
and
make love to
fantasy,
not something
many other humans
know how to
do.

imagination,
is her drink.”
― Christopher Poindexter, Naked Human

“The Greeks were smarter. They used different words, eros and agape, to distinguish between these two profoundly different ways of experiencing what we call “love.” Eros, of course, refers to passionate love, while agape describes the stable and committed relationship, free of passion, that exists between two individuals who care deeply for each other. The contrast of eros and agape allows us to understand our dilemma when we look for both these kinds of love at one time, in one relationship with one person. It also helps us see why eros and agape each have their champions, those who claim that one or the other is the only real way of experiencing love, for indeed each has its very special beauty, truth, and worth. And each type of love also lacks something precious, which only the other has to offer. Let’s look at how proponents of each would describe being in love.”
― Robin Norwood, Women Who Love Too Much: When You Keep Wishing and Hoping He'll Change

“maybe people are no longer
beautiful to us because
we construct them with our
thoughts,
walking around the earth
building humans
like we are gods.”
― Christopher Poindexter, Naked Human

“Ar aš miegojau, kai kiti kentėjo? Ar aš miegu šiuo metu? Ką pasakysiu apie šią dieną rytoj, kai man atrodys, jog nebemiegu? Kad štai čia su savo draugu Estragonu iki sutemstant laukiau Godo? Kad praėjo Poco su savo nešiku ir kad jis su mumis kalbėjo? Taip, žinoma. Bet ar čia bus bent truputis tiesos? (Estragonas po tuščių bandymų nusiauti batus vėl užmiega. Vladimiras žiūri į jį) Jis nieko nežinos. Pasakos, kad jį mušė, ir aš jam duosiu morką. (Po pauzės) Gimdyti apsižergus kapą ir kančiose gimti. Duobėje duobkasys svajingai tvarkosi įrankius. Lieka laiko susenti. Ore skamba mūsų riksmai. (Klausosi) Bet įprotis – didysis slopintojas. (Žiūri į Estragoną) Štai ir į mane kažkas žiūri ir sako sau: jis miega, jis nežino, kad miega. (Po pauzės) Daugiau nebegaliu. (Po pauzės) Ką aš kalbėjau?”
― Samuel Beckett