“This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.”
“Bu senin hayatın ve her dakika biraz daha sona eriyor.”
Their family had always been good at hellos and goodbyes, moments ending even as they began. It was easy to love someone in the beginnings and endings; it was all the time in between that was so hard.
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Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
In any case, a balance will have to be struck between the goal of raising the living standards of the people and the goal of radically transforming the relations of production. Without neutralizing the resistance of the capital owners, without ending dependence on foreign countries (more precisely, on the imperialist states and foreign capital, without making investments that will put the scientific and technological knowledge of humanity at the service of society, and without enduring some hardships until these are achieved, the living standards of the people cannot be expected to be raised permanently.
The never-ending humiliation and degradation, that was real.
The feeling of being trapped inside his own body, inside his own life: that was as real as it fucking came.
Why can't everyone who can work contribute to social production? The only obstacle to this is that the means of production that make it possible to work belong to the capitalists. By ending this situation, the total working time required to meet the basic needs determined by society could be distributed in an egalitarian manner. In this way, the necessary working time could be shortened and people could freely contribute to the scientific, technological, and cultural accumulation of humanity in their remaining time.
