Car la nostalgie n'intensifie pas l'activité de la mémoire, elle n'éveille pas de souvenirs, elle se suffit à elle-même, à sa propre émotion, tout absorbée qu'elle est par sa seule souffrance. "L'Ignorance", Milan Kundera p.36
How is it, when we cannot escape?
When life assumes so incredibly huge proportions that one simply cannot stop it?
That is us, when masks remain for so long over our faces that we forget what is under it.
And here comes my solution: one should appear naked on a blind spot and ask oneself: how do I stack up now?
1 comment:
o que dói mais a saudades ou a nostalgia? qual é mais plástica? Qual nos trai?
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