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β June 21, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries
quanto dolore, dita di polvere
My life, I ask of you no stable contours, plausible faces, property. Now in your restless circling, wormwood and honey have the same savor.
The heart that disdains all motion occasionally is convulsed by a jolt. As sometimes the stillness of the country sounds with a rifle shot.
β Eugenio Montale (1896-1981), Cuttlefish Bones (1925)
raymond walsh stop being the bestest in-character grantaire ever challenge: failed
i cannot believe raymond walsh is still feeding us with enjoltaire (enjoltairius in this case) content lmaooooo gotta love him and his commitment <3
raymond walsh & james gish enjoltaire π
Les Mis musical will FINALLY be performed in Italy for the FIRST time EVER next month and y'all don't really understand how happy i am to be able to see Raymond Walsh playing Grantaire π
[ita] Albert Camus, Mi rivolto dunque siamo (or "I rebel, therefore I exist")
What is called a reason for living is alsoΒ an excellent reason for dying. CiΓ² che si chiamaΒ ragioneΒ diΒ vivereΒ Γ¨ allo stesso tempo un'eccellenteΒ ragioneΒ di morire.
"There is a difference between dissatisfaction with yourself and anger, depression. You can be dissatisfied and do something about it: if you donβt know German, you can learn it. If you havenβt worked at writing, you can work at it. If you are angry at someone else, and repress it, you get depressed. Who am I angry at? Myself. No, not yourself. Who is it? It is my mother and all the mothers I have known who have wanted me to be what I have not felt like really being from my heart and at the society which seems to want us to be what we do not want to be from our hearts: I am angry at these people and images. I do not seem to be able to live up to them. Because I donβt want to."
"Farid!" The boy did not hear him β and Basta threw. Dustfinger saw the knife go into that thin back. He caught the boy before he fell to the ground, but he was already dead. And there stood Basta with his foot on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfingerβs heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years.Β
β February 16, 1914 | Franz Kafka diaries
Dopo la scoperta dell'assurdo, tutto si trova sconvolto.
Après l'absurde, tout se trouve ébranlé.
After the absurd, everything is upset.
The idea that 'I am', my way of acting as if everything has a meaning (even if, on occasion, I said that nothing has) β all that is given the lie in vertiginous fashion by the absurdity of a possible death.
Il faut s'imaginer Sisyphe heureux.
Bisogna immaginare Sisifo felice.
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