And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I returned home with a feeling of absolute loneliness.
Usually that feeling of being alone in the world is accompanied by a condescending sense of superiority. I scorn all humankind; people around me seem vile, sordid, stupid, greedy, gross, niggardly. I do not fear solitude ; it is almost Olympian.
That night, like many other nights, I was alone as a consequence of my own failings, my own depravity. At such times the world seems despicable, even though I know that I am necessarily a part of it. Then a frenzy to obliterate everything sweeps over me ; I let myself be seduced by the temptation of suicide ; I get drunk ; I look for prostitutes. I receive a certain satisfaction from proving my own baseness, in confirming that I am no better than the lowest of the low around me.
28 Days Later OST - Taxi (Ave Maria)
never talk about
and nothing much
Serge Gainsbourg - Ballade de Melody Nelson
(Histoire De Melody Nelson, 1971)
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“Once you are awake, you shall remain awake eternally.”
—F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Part Three, “The Convalescent,” §1 (excerpt).
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