my reality: breathe.

Sunday 22 July 2007

breathe.

cause you can't jump the track
we're like cars on a cable
and life's like an hourglass glued to the table
no one can find the rewind button, girl
so cradle your head in your hands
and breathe, just breathe.

- anna nalick

3 comments:

melissa chen said...: Wow, first entry and already so deeply confusing. Guess this is gonna be one hella of a blog then, eh? =); 25 July 2007 at 16:34
melissa chen said...: Oh damn. I feel tricked! Now I know the truth! I thought this was from your head! But actually, actually..hmph, it's from Anna Nalick's breathe! Hahah. Nonsensee.; 5 August 2007 at 12:05
delle. said...: i told you it was from a song! it's not my fault you don't listen =(
anyway if i really wanted to trick you why'd i ask you to download the song huh, huh?; 6 August 2007 at 01:52

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"the greatest hazard of all, losing the self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. no other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.

thus possibility seems greater and greater to the self; more and more it becomes possible because nothing becomes actual. eventually everything seems possible, but this is exactly the point at which the abyss swallows up the self. it takes time for each little possibility to become an actuality. eventually, however, the time that should be used for actuality grows shorter and shorter; everything becomes more and more momentary. possibility becomes more and more intensive - but in the sense of possibility, not in the sense of actuality, for the intensive in the sense of actuality means to actualize some of what is possible. the instant something appears to be possible, a new possibility appears, and finally these phantasmagoria follow one another in such rapid succession that it seems as if everything were possible, and this is exactly the final moment, the point at which the individual himself becomes a mirage."

- the sickness unto death, soren kierkegaard

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Sunday 22 July 2007

breathe.

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