Under brown fog

"...since a wide gulf separates my subjective certainty of myself from the objective truth others have of me..."

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Love is such a priceless treasure that you can redeem the whole world by it, and expiate not only your own sins but the sins of others.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via requiemforthepast)

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The Last Emperor directed by Bernardo Bertolucci. I liked it, but it lacked the humanity that other similar epics have that I prefer (e.g. Fanny and Alexander or Ran).

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Slacker directed by Richard Linklater. Funny, although I’m skeptical about the way he seems to celebrate conspiracy theories as a form of dissent or individuality.

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Au Revoir Les Enfants by Louis Malle

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Synechdoche, New York directed by Charlie Kaufman is an ambitious postmodern work and terribly sad.

[iwdrm]

"Oh, I lie now and then. Sometimes I’d tell them the truth and they still wouldn’t believe me, so I prefer to lie."

The 400 Blows (1959)

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"Murmur of the Heart" directed by Louis Malle. Charming and funny movie.

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Alien directed by Ridley Scott.

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dreams

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Bergman's The Silence is a weird movie.

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Continental Shelf by Viet Cong! Rock n roll music

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"He declares allegiance to himself by disowning himself as Nobody."

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[crudmeridian]

The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them… I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha; I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it’s a most precious graveyard, that’s what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I’m convinced in my heart that it’s long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky—that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach. One loves the first strength of one’s youth.

The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky (via linguisttrick)

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Viktor Vasnetsov - Nestor the Chronicler.

Nestor considered to be the author of the earliest survived Russian account of history - the Primary Chronicle or  Tale of Bygone Years, dated early XII century. This is the only source from which we know the first period of the Russian history from 852 to 1117. 

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