Status Updates From مذكرات فتاة

siento esta comparación porque quiero muchísimo a annie ernaux pero leyendo las constantes idas y venidas entre querer subyugarse (pq ese es el punto constante, la voluntad de someterse) a H vs escribir de una manera excesivamente escatológica para aparentar impudicia, libertinaje, o como lo queramos decir… no dejo de pensar en que es leoleonera artículo promedio

người mình tưởng tượng là nhân vật H trong chuyện là người mình yêu hay hận?

lo vuelvo a hacer (buscar reconfortarme en lo escribió otra mujer sobre su vida hace no sé cuantos años)

We have Art in order not to die of the Truth - Nietzsche

I started making a literary being of myself, someone who lives as if her experiences were to be written down someday.

I will think of those months of England as 'the Sunday of life which equalizes everything and removes all evil', in the words of Hegel. An English Sunday in 1960, vacant and idle.

‘I sincerely envy them. They have no idea that they have the best of everything now. It's stupid not to know when in our lives we'll be happiest.'

‘It's crazy how reasonable one can become under the influence of philosophy. By forcing me to think, repeat and write, over and over, that other people must not serve as a means but an end, and that we are rational beings, ergo unconsciousness and fatalism are degrading, Philosophy has done away with my desire to flirt.'

How strange and sweet is this retrospective consolation, when imagination arrives to soothe the pain of memory, to shatter the singularity and solitude of an experience that is more or less shared by others at about the same time.

Estupendo libro para leerse a una a semana de mudarme de mi casa