December 2011
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Tercekat
Kesunyian yang menerobos tanpa jeda. Menusuk tanpa ampun. Tanpa jejak. Tak bersisa. Tak kunjung berhenti.
Sepi yang mencekam. Membelenggu dengan erat. Merengkuh keabadian. Menunggu setia tanpa lelah.
Diam yang kekal. Membungkam, menulikan, membutakan. Bisu yang mencoba mengeluarkan gema dan gaungnya.
Kesendirian yang terlampau familiar, menyerupai suasana. Gelap yang menyelimuti. Hawa dingin...
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“You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the...”
– Hunger Games (via katyjean)
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Into The Fog by Mark Rich →
Whiteness over this village and hill
obscures everything from view until
you are right on it—if in a car
with someplace to go. Having not far
to go, by foot, to a household sale,
we wonder how forecasters could fail
so completely to see this coming,
mute folds draping over everything
so that what we see is never quite
what we know is there, in proper light.
A tree mistily looming, gray...
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Ces Sentiments Inexplicables
Femme: Tu sais la différence entre...
Homme: Oui, ma puce?
Femme: La différence entre être tombé amoureuse et être entichée?
Homme: C'est difficile, ma puce. Il faut qu'on essaie tous les deux. Et bienqu'on les essaie, c'est encore difficile à expliquer.
Femme: Pourquoi? Peux-tu m'expliquer ce que l'amour veut dire?
Homme: Eh bien, c'est aussi trop facile de dire ca. Quand on parle de sentiments, meme les mots ne suffissent pas du tout. Y'a pas de mots, ma puce, qui peut exactement expliquer l'amour, amoureux, et entiché.
Femme: C'est si compliqué?
Homme: Trop compliqué, on peut pas mettre, ou bien choisir des mots. Je pense que tous les mots on connait sont une représentative du sentiment quoi, une expression de colère, d'amour, de malheur, de bonheur, de tous. Chaque mot on choisit décrit un sentiment inexplicable, ma puce.
Femme: Il me semble que tu connais bien ces sentiments inexplicables.
Homme: Tu m'as demandé quelle est la différence entre être tombé amoureux et être entiché tout à l'heure, ma puce?
Femme: Oui.
Homme: Moi, j'étais entiché de toi. Moi, je suis tombé amoureux de toi. L'amour est toi. Et toi, ma puce éternelle, es-tu entichée ou tombée amoureuse? Peux-tu m'expliquer?
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“Weeping willow with your tears running down,
why do you always weep and frown?...”
– -Weeping Willow poem from the movie My Girl
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Daredevil Conspiracy
- : You know that movie, Daredevil?
+ : Yeah. What about it?
- : I always remember that particular scene when Matt Murdock drowns himself, except his face, in order to get some sleep because he has supersonic hearing. I often wish to do that. Just shut myself off of these distorted voices and thoughts. I badly want to do that. It seems so peaceful and private and simple. Shutting our ears. Just for a moment. Even for a couple minutes or so. I need that.
+ : But the thoughts would still rush in, no?
- : Yes. But at least the voices stop.
+ : Isn't that, in a way, avoiding your problems?
- : Yes.
+ : Sometimes life can be overwhelming.
- : Pfft, life IS overwhelming. And utterly demanding.
+ : And fucked up. And seriously tiring.
- : Mostly fucked up. I keep seeing the same pattern, different approach, but ends up in the same old result. It's frustrating. My life. And watching some are so full of themselves, they don't even realize how sickening it is to watch them doing the same shit over and over again.
+ : Maybe we should add bath salt while we're at it. Drowning our sorrow.
- : I swear I've had enough of this crap.
+ : Be a monk, why don't you.
- : Don't have the patience. I just want a moment of peace everyday, MY private moment, where I can pretend life is easy and the people are actually angels in disguise.
+ : Sadly that's now how it goes.
- : Certainly not. I'm tired. I'm just. Tired.