{Tokyo Story (1953), Dir. Yasujirô Ozu / Nizar Qabbani}

― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

[text ID: I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.]

“Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

“I am not magic enough. I’ve tried, but I’m just flesh, blood yet to spill.”

— Danez Smith, from Short Film

“Believe in yourself. You are braver than you think, more talented than you know, and capable of more than you imagine.”

— Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”

— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

Unknown // Carole Anne Trisler

Identity

I am a dissatisfied soul who is bound in the shackles of unspoken feelings. I am a traveler who travels alone and is involved to incite the glimmer lamp of life. I am the enlighten essence of poetry. I play the flute of intimacy of love. I like the fragrance of orange jasmine of the white garden. I am ready to die for the pink rose growing in the snow. I am sad for your cutted black hair. The memory of your decorated colorful skirt makes me desperate. I am burnt as it fades away. I am waiting for you.

অব্যক্ত অনুভূতির শৃঙ্খলে আবদ্ধ এক অতৃপ্ত আত্মা। মিটমিট করে জ্বলে যাওয়া জীবন প্রদীপকে উদ্দীপ্ত করতে নিয়োজিত একলা পথচলা এক পথিক যার মনোজগত সবসময় উদ্ভাসিত। আমি রোদেলা কাব্যের কাব্যরস। আমি প্রণয়ের বাজাই বাঁশি। শুভ্র কাননে কামিনী ফুলের সুবাস আমায় মুগ্ধ করে। আমি বরফে জন্মানো গোলাপী গোলাপের জন্য মরতে প্রস্তুত। আমি তোমার কেটে ফেলা কালো কেশের জন্য ব্যথিত। হরেক রঙে সাজানো তোমার স্কার্ট আজও আমায় স্মৃতিকাতর করে। আমি তার রঙ হারানোর বেদনায় দগ্ধ। আমি নির্ঘুম। আজ আমি তোমার জন্য অপেক্ষারত।

“Do you imagine at night someone going to bed the very moment you are going to bed? Turning out the light? And isn’t it so quiet you swear the heart is telepathic. Isn’t it—”

— Beckian Fritz Goldberg, Eros in His Striped Shirt

not 2 sound whiny but i wish more attention was given to the importance of art and literature and philosophy and other humanities again so they'll return to being a really great part of what shapes a decade or an era instead of being seen as useless because they don't fit into the capitalist ideal of a productive society