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mertseger:

How does one escape their own mind, a labyrinth of their own doing?

"Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life."
— Franz Kafka (via iratherthinkheknewanyway)

(Source: paveo, via alsochaotic)

11 months ago

Where do you draw the line between “outside” and “inside” one’s self?

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I’m going back to the dorm tomorrow. Bringing all my clothes and books I brought home last summer vacation. I’m also planning on spending at least two weekends at school. It feels like running away from home (with a legitimate reason).

I feel suffocated here, surrounded by a culture I no longer understand, developed those five days when I’m three cities away. Alienated in what is supposed to be my home.

I don’t feel bad about it, though. I’ll be okay, inhabiting my own small but comfortable world.

"[And Polo said: ‘The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it.] The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.’"
— Italo Calvino, from Invisible Cities, translated by William Weaver (via the-final-sentence)

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11 months ago

Disaster at the dorm

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Currently in an existential quandary. Yay.

There’s a pathology exam tomorrow. The lecturer mentioned that the worst is to be expected in most clinical cases in at the university hospital. I don’t think anyone else heard that; everyone in the auditorium was reading books and transcriptions on other topics. My hands were itching for some bread and butter to see Murphy’s Law for myself.

(I don’t know the point of this post.)