E.T
@pineberryy
Hümanist ama insan sevmez.
And from somewhere deep inside, I could hear a faint voice warning me: once you have seen someone as she truly is – once you have accepted reality stripped bare – it doesn’t matter who she is: intimacy is no longer possible.
“Kötü bir anıyı unutmanın en iyi yolu güzel bir tanesiyle değişmektir.”
After spending two hours with a book, and finding it more pleasurable than two years of real life, I’d remember again that life had no meaning, and sink back into despair.
Do you know why I hate you? You and every other man in the world? Because you ask so much of us, as if it were your natural right …
I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest
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.
Gayet gariptir ki erkeklere ait her haddin ayrı ayrı dualarla, düğünlerle tesit edildiği eski örfümüzde, genç kızların çarşafa girme hadisesi çok sessiz sedasız geçerdi.
Sayfa 40
