Nov. 19th, 2013

monk111: (Little Bear)


Baby Orangutan
by Toonman Blchin.

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Pessoa

Nov. 19th, 2013 05:46 pm
monk111: (Default)
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Company oppresses me. The presence of another person derails my thoughts.

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When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Yes, talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial, and in them intelligence gleams like an image in a mirror.

-- Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet”

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monk111: (Bonobo Thinking)
The next-door neighbor his doing his yipee-hollering routine again. Not one of the kids, but the elder head of household, who may be in his fifties. Is he playing with the dog? If he is, it seems like a scary sort of playing. I don’t know. But I’m afraid that he scares our cats away with that piercing yodeling. At least this is a very rare urge in him.
monk111: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
I think Pop’s prayers are talking longer at his meals. Maybe he is anticipating more keenly his meeting with the Big Boss in the sky, feeling that it may not be much longer now. Though, I would not be shocked if he makes it into his nineties, even if I’m not there to see it.
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