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Everything is more complicated than you think, and you can only get a glimpse of the truth
Kadin 2022-12-23 21:47:41
Everything is more complicated than you think, and you can only get a glimpse of the truth. Every decision you make drives thousands of relationships in motion. You can make a choice at any time, and it ends up ruining your life, and maybe twenty years from now you won't understand why. You can never go back to the source, you only have one chance to do it well, try to figure out why you divorced. Everyone says that there is no so-called destiny, there are only things you create. The world turns year after year, and you're just a tiny fragment in this second. We spend most of our time after death or before, but when alive you just wait in vain, waste decades waiting for someone or something, waiting for a call back, a letter back, a meeting, An answer, I hope the results can satisfy my heart. But that never happened, it seemed like it was going to happen, it seemed like it was going to happen, but nothing happened but waiting. So again you take the time to vaguely regret, or vaguely hope that good luck will come next. It makes you feel that you are not isolated, it makes you feel that you exist, it makes you feel loved. And the truth is, I'm angry, and the truth is, I'm sad, and the truth is, I feel like I've been hurt for years, and at the same time, I've been pretending I'm okay, adapting, catering, I don't know That's why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because everyone has their own misfortune. All right, you all fuck off.
Extended Reading
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Sammy Barnathan: I've watched you forever, Caden, but you've never really looked at anyone other than yourself. So watch me. Watch my heart break. Watch me jump. Watch me learn that after death there's nothing. There's no more watching. There's no more following. No love. Say goodbye to Hazel for me. And say it to yourself, too. None of us has much time.
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[over radio]
Millicent Weems: What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this.
Millicent Weems: Walk.
Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are...
Millicent Weems: Gone.