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@Andalis
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Joined on January 2024
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Evet, yalnızca bir gezgin, yeryüzünde bir yolcuyum ben! Ya sizler daha önemli şeylerle mi meşgulsünüz?
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Tek bildiğim, Tanrı'nın beni sıcak kandan ve sinirlerden yarattığı. Evet! Bir organik doku eğer canlıysa her türlü uyarıya karşı tepki vermelidir. Benim yaptığım da işte budur! Acıya karşı bağırarak, gözyaşlarımla cevap veririm. Yapılan alçaklıkara öfkeyle, iğrençliklere ise tiksinti duyarak tepki gösteririm. Bana göre bu hayatın ta kendisidir.
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... my heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears.
I am, I am, I am.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.
I am, I am, I am.
Sayfa 152Kitabı okudu
Uncertainty of the future by Sylvia Plath
Yaşamımın yıllarım bir yol boyunca aralıklı olarak duran, birbirine tellerle bağlı, telefon direkleri gibi görüyordum. Bir, iki, üç... on dokuz telefon direği sayabiliyordum. Ama sonra teller boşlukta sallanıyor ve ne kadar çabalarsam çabalayayım, on dokuzuncudan sonra bir tek direk bile göremiyordum.
I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three ... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.
That one quote obviously :)
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
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