….ah, but what can we take along
Into the other realm? Not the art of looking,
Which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing.
The sufferings, then. And, above all, the heaviness,
And the long experience of love,-just what is wholly unsayable.
-from the ninth duino elegy,
Rainer maria rilke,
Monday, September 7, 2009
My working hours are somehow made more bearable by songs from the 90s played every morning on Radio Mirchi. But at times while listening to the songs nostalgia grips my heart so tight that I find it difficult to breathe.
Sometimes when I get up in the morning, I feel very peculiar. I feel like I've just got to bite a cat! I feel like if I don't bite a cat before sundown, I'll go crazy! But then I just take a deep breath and forget about it. That's what is known as real maturity.(Peanuts)
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