Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.
Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes. Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
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Shutter Sounds 12
Shutter Sounds is a monthly music playlist based upon my most-played music of the previous month. These monthly compilations are not limited or constrained to any theme or genre. They are simply a selection of songs that I chose from my most played artists of the month for the readers to enjoy while shooting, spending […]
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i have tried insofar as possible to avoid getting involved in the sordid complications of human beings. i have been afraid of being sucked down into their bottomless whirlpool.
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do they greet each other, through the gaps between those water molecules which bleach their voices white? in some mother tongue of their own, another whose meaning eludes me? or do they shake or nod their heads, without a need for words?
what do the ghosts of this city do, these muffled, early-morning hours? slip soundlessly out to walk through the fog that has been holding its breath, and waiting? do they greet each other, through the gaps between those water molecules which bleach their voices white? in some mother tongue of their own, another whose meaning […]
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