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“Life is a vexatious trap; when a thinking man reaches maturity and attains to full consciousness he cannot help feeling that he is in a trap from which there is no escape. Indeed, he is summoned without his choice by fortuitous circumstances from non-existence into life; what for? He tries to find out the meaning and object of his existence; he is told nothing, or he is told absurdities; he knocks and it is not opened to him; death comes to him – also without his choice.”

— Anton Chekhov, from Ward No. 6.

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As soon as he was alone Andrey Yefimitch abandoned himself to a feeling of relief. How pleasant to lie motionless on the sofa and to know that one is alone in the room! Real happiness is impossible without solitude. The fallen angel betrayed God probably because he longed for solitude, of which the angels know nothing.

Anton Chekhov, excerpt from Ward No. 6 (translated by Constance Garnett)

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A Delightfully Tactile Stop-Motion Music Video Pieces Together 300 Ceramic Tiles

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What isn’t remembered never happened. Memory is merely a record. You just need to rewrite that record.

#serial experiments lain

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#serial experiments lain

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Serial Experiments Lain, “Weird”

#Serial Experiments Lain

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#serial experiments lain #opening

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#serial experiments lain #opening

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#serial experiments lain #layer 10 #love

Thomas Mann, excerpt from Death in Venice

#thomas mann #death in venice #translation by david luke

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“His love of the ocean had profound sources: the hard-worked artist’s longing for rest, his yearning to seek refuge from the thronging manifold shapes of his fancy in the bosom of the simple and vast; and another yearning, opposed to his art and perhaps for that very reason a lure, for the unorganized, the immeasurable, the eternal—in short, for nothingness. He whose preoccupation is with excellence longs fervently to find rest in perfection; and is not nothingness a form of perfection?”

— DEATH IN VENICE (1912) Thomas Mann