Westworld
Humanity is a thin layer of bacteria on a ball of mud hurtling through the void. I think if there was a god, he would’ve given up on us long ago. He gave us a paradise, and we used everything up. We dug up every ounce of energy and burned it. We consume and excrete, use and destroy. Then we sit here on a neat little pile of ashes, having squeezed anything of value out of this planet, and we ask ourselves, “Why are we here?”
Man in Black
Social Path - Stray Kids
Geleceğim için gençliğimden vazgeçtim,
Sadece daha güçlü ayağa kalkmak istiyorum.
[Gave up my youth, for my future.
I just want to rise up stronger.]
Düh ji iro bu
Sıbede ji we bıbe düh
Xwe xemgin neke u ve gave ser jiyane kefxweş bıbe
I Worried
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow,
will the rivers
flow in the right direction,
will the earth turn as it was taught,
and if not how shall I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well, hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia?
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
Mary Oliver
Story was begin when i gave you a smile
( Sana bi gülümseme verdiğimde hikaye başladı. )
THE RAVEN - Edgar Allan Poe
ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“ ’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly