Mad dash to nowhere
Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. Of course, the problem could be that I’m not explaining it very well, but I think it’s because they’re not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they’re not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.
 Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
The tongue, the Chinese say,
is like a sharp knife:
it kills
without drawing blood.
Anne Sexton, The Dead Heart
Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
Arthur Erickson

Professor: “fuck it, these lectures are pointless. stop pretending, you guys aren’t listening. the study guides are online, now get the hell out.”

Source: proteean Via: enjoui
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