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Danez Smith,ย Don't Call Us Dead
hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr
If anyone had opened his arms to me, I would have wept like a child.
Albert Camus, Death in the Soul
Chelsea Wolfe, from She Reaches Out to She Reaches Out to She; "Everything Turns Blue,"
Suzanne Scanlon, from "Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen," published in 2024
Sources:
i. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath / ii. As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980, Susan Sontag / iii. Suddenly, It's December, Margaux Paul / iv. Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another, Jan Heller Levi / v. The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde / vi. The Letters of Gustave Flaubert: 1830-1857, Gustave Flaubert / vii. unknown / viii. @inanotherunivrse / ix. @violentcherries / x. Heaven, Mieko Kawakami
Suzanne Scanlon, from "Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen," published in 2024
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holly chippindale
and my head aches a little, and my heart a little more
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Rooth written c. May 1852
,,Aber wenn es doch keinen Gott gibt, wieso glauben wir an eine Lรผge?"
,,Weil wir jede Lรผge dem Schmerz vorziehen."
โDas Leben ist am Ende nur eine Ansammlung von verpassten Chancen.โ
์ค๋๋ง์ ์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋ ค๊ณ ๋ณด๋ 4์์ ๋ง์ง๋ง ๋ ์ด๋ค. ๋ดํฝ๊ฐ์ณ๋ ๋๋ ๋ค์ ์ฐฌ์ฐฌํ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๋๋ฌด ์ฌํ ์ฌ์ค์ธ๋ฐ ํ๋ณตํ๋ ์ฅ๋ฉด์ด ํ ์ฑํฐ๋ ์๋ค. ์ข์์ง๋ ค๋ค ๋ค์ ๋ฌด๋์ง๊ณ , ์ผ์ด์๋ ค๋ค ๋ค์ ๋์ด์ง๊ณ , ํํ ์ธ๊ณ ์ถ์ด ์ฃผ๋ง๋ง ์ค๊ธธ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ , ๋ ํ๋ก ๋ฉ์ฒญํ ๊ณ์ฃผ๊ฐ ๋์ด ์๊ทน๋จ์ ๋์ธ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๋ฐฐํด์ ๋ฏธ์น ๋ฏ์ด ์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ฐ์ ํ ๋ฌ์ด์๋ค.
Everything happen for a reason. ์์ฆ ๋งค์ผ ์ฃผ๋ฌธ์ฒ๋ผ ๋๋์ธ๋ค. ์ด์ฉ๋ฉด ์ง๊ธ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋ด๋ฆฐ ๊ฒฐ์ ๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ์์ด์ ์ด๋ฌ๋ ๊ฑธ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋๋ ์์์. ์ด๋ค ์ ํ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ง์คํ๊ณ ์ง์ฌ์ด์์ผ๋ฉด ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ. ๋ด ๊ฐ์ด์ ๋ณ๋ณํ ์กฑ์ ๋ง ๋จ๊ธฐ์. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๋ถํ์คํ๊ณ ๋ถ์์ ํ ์ค๋์ ๋๋ฅผ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ ๋ฏฟ์ด์ฃผ๊ณ ์์คํ ํ์. ๋๋ฅผ ์ํ๊ฒ ํ๋ ๊ฒ๋ค๊ณผ ์ด์ ์ ๋ง ๊ทธ๋ง ์๋ณํ์.
์ข์ ์๋ฅผ ์ฝ์๋ค. ์ ๋ฌผ ์์๋ฅผ ์ด ๋ฏ ๊ทธ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ง๋๋ผ๋ ๋ง. ์ ์ฑ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋งค๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋์ ๋ฆฌ๋ณธ์, ๋งค๋ฒ ์ ์ฑ์ ๋คํด ํ์ด์ฃผ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๋๋ฅผ ์ ๋ง ๊ธฐ์ด์ฝ ์ด์๊ฐ๊ฒ ํ๋ค. ์๋ก์ ๊ฐ์น๋ฅผ ์กด์คํ๋ ๊ด๊ณ ์์์ ์ด์๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ๋ค. ๋๋์ด, ์ด์ ์์ผ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ์ถ๋ค.