/ It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains... If only one could leave this life slowly! /
Let's bring something endlessly sad, tortured and painfully beautiful to this world. Something almost unnamed. August is almost over now, and every time it's come to an end I start feeling like my life is over, too. Things just passing by and every momemnt dies away. To live is to die.
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