“Mananın hudutlarında bir öfkeli süvari”
Benzer okuma zevklerimiz varsa yazın, kitap konuşalım, yenilerini okuyalım, anavatanımda kitap arkadaşları bulamıyorum :’)
A dreadful scenario for a suicide: you throw yourself in the arms of death, only to think, *not this death*.
Houdini and his appendix: not this death.
This is no different from leaping from a tower and thinking as you fall that the spot you are hurtling toward is not where you wanted to land.
Or knowing for a fragment of a second as your temple starts to burn: this bullet won't do.
Do we have any choice? In the way of dying, yes; in the end result, no.
It's so hard to part with the things in our life: our parents' house, our partner, an inherited watch, a photo. And yet it is astonishingly easy to part with ourselves.