Notes on the way home

Aimee 2022-04-19 09:02:37

After watching it, I left the study room and felt hot because I saw the immortal ice
passing through the mirror in the bathroom. Something was wrong, and I didn't dare to look at the face that I felt very satisfied with during the day,
but I just witnessed how the face of the person can become a bottomless black hole, How else do you manage to straighten your face?

Fog all day so I choose tonight to see the night and the fog But when I go outside, there is no fog, only the rain The long
rain and fog have frozen in the past, the living can only touch the rain, like your running The rain of blood is the child of the fog.

I pass by the cherry blossom trees, people's happy smiles surround the pale beauty of the cherry blossoms. Do I have to pretend to smile
? When you have seen it, it is also your past. You have become a sinner like this. You should have died, but you are still alive. In the crowd, pretending not to be responsible.

I feel stuffy in my chest and nauseous but it's just because the trousers are too tight
just like the flesh disappears just because the buildings and the walls and the concrete and the steel are stronger and yet you never thought the flesh could It is so malleable that it can be piled up in space, and it can even form the space itself.

I pushed open the door of the dormitory building and the surface was foggy and warm. They were taking a bath. The tiredness of the day was gliding briskly in the sound of water splashes. I was afraid that I could really take a
bath .

It's the sunshine

movie in the morning that makes one relax, there's no doubt about that.
When the memory is sealed in your body, it has no weight and cannot be endured; when it is awakened, it is heavy and can be endured.

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Night and Fog quotes

  • Récitant/Narrator: Those of us who pretend to believe that all this happened at a certain time and in a certain place, and those who refuse to see, who do not hear the cry to the end of time.

  • Récitant/Narrator: As I speak to you now, the icy water of the ponds and ruins fill the hallows of the mass graves, a frigid and muddy water, as murky as our memory. War nods off to sleep, but keeps one eye always open.