It's Because People Are So Perishable. That's The Thing. Because For Everyone You Meet There Is A Last
It's because people are so perishable. That's the thing. Because for everyone you meet there is a last moment, there will be a last moment when your hand slips from theirs, and everything ripples outward from that, the last firmness of a hand in yours that every moment after becomes a little less firm until you look down at your own hand and try to imagine just what it felt like before their hand slipped away. And you cannot. You cannot feel them. And then you cannot quite see them, there's blurry bits, like you're looking through this watery haze, and you're fighting to see, you're fighting to hold on, but they are perishing right before your eyes, and right before your eyes they are becoming that bit more ghost.
Niall Williams, History of the Rain
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A handwritten note, scrawled in Arabic on a torn cigarette pack, was discovered on the ground last week in Pozzallo as migrants filed off a ship. It was from someone initialed “A” to someone else initialed “R.”
“I wanted to be with you,” read the note. “Don’t you dare forget me. I love you very much. My wish is for you not to forget me. Be well my love. A loves R. I love you.”
كلمات عربية مكتوبة بخط اليد على غلاف علبة سجائر ممزقة عُثر عليها بعد إنقاذ مركب لمهاجريين غير شرعيين لإيطاليا من أ لـ ر The New York Times | T.B : Lynsey Addario
tragedy is thinking in action, thinking upon action, for the sake of action
- Simon Critchley, Tragedy, the Greeks, and Us
Look how much sadness you can make from showing sadness restrained.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
How I did waste and exhaust my heart.
Anne Carson, Kinds of Water
To retreat is not feminine, male, or trickery. It is a terror before utter destruction. What we analyze inexorably, will it die? Will June die? Will our love die, suddenly, instantaneously if you should make a caricature of it? Henry, there is a danger in too much knowledge. You have a passion for absolute knowledge. That is why people will hate you.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
from behind a / pillar / of unarrived / moments
- Zofia Zarębianka, tr. Regina Grol
To live in this tragedy without raptures
Alicja Rybałko, Curriculum Vitae tr. Regina Grol
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