postmodern death

Aliza 2022-10-18 15:25:34

However,
the haystack behind the white house
still burns anyway, the
long time sunny and dry
, long time loneliness, and nowhere to go

. It's a long street in autumn.
The view of everything looks like a prop
if it comes across empty.
It's easy to think of death or loneliness when

it's not a good season to reminisce.
It might be more appropriate to leave in a hurry.
Did you know
that the collections on my bookshelf are
starting to rot in large areas.
However, it's still not a good season for reminiscence.
Rotten, sometimes Then the

news of the new life is still far away. It is better to travel
thousands of miles before you
cherish me. I said that I would take a group photo in
the autumn scenery. Not excited to pay tribute to the New York Synonyms







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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.

  • [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.