Суицид — это очень глубокая тема, но поскольку Вам интересно, я постараюсь пояснить для Вас мои соображения.На протяжении всей своей истории мы, японцы, с уважением относились к суициду. Для нас это я...
Where do words come from? They come from the dead. We inherit them. Borrow them. Use them for a time to bring the dead to life.
Together we'll make magic...Who had conjured whom?She seemed to remember Oliver suggesting this once before, but she hadn't really appreciated the importance of his question. Was she the dream? Was Na...
Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now!
I started to think about how words and stories are time beings, too,
I believe that in the deepest places in their hearts, people are violent and take pleasure in hurting each other.
Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives. That’s what it means to b...
At the time I was feeling hopeful, which now seems kind of sad and brave.
And what does it mean to waste time anyway? If you waste time is it lost forever?
And I could imagine myself searching for lost time under the tree ...
Ты стараешься забыть об этом, но, только ты забываешь, рыба опять начинает трепыхаться у тебя под сердцем, напоминая, что произошло что-то совершенно ужасное.
What if I travel so far away in my dreams that I can't get back in time to wake up?
Time plays tricks on mothers. It teases you with breaks and brief caesuras, only to skip wildly forward, bringing breathtaking changes to your baby's body. Only he wasn't a baby anymore, and how often...
Time interacts with attention in funny ways.At one extreme, when Ruth was gripped by the compulsive mania and hyperfocus of an Internet search, the hours seemed to aggregate and swell like a wave, swa...
She smiled. Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.
She sat back on her heels and nodded. The thought experiment she proposed was certainly odd, but her point was simple. Everything in the universe was constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, a...
Over and over, I ran at the sea, beating it until I was so tired I could barely stand. And then the next time I fell down, I just lay there and let the waves wash over me, and I wondered what would ha...
Old Jiko is supercareful with her time. She does everything really really slowly, even when she’s just sitting on the veranda, looking out at the dragonflies spinning lazily around the garden pond. Sh...
Information about toxicity in food is widely available, but people don’t want to hear it. Once in a while a story is spectacular enough to break through and attract media attention, but the swell quic...
I asked her once why she liked to hear stories like this, and she explained to me that when she got ordained, she shaved her head and took some vows to be a bosatsu.21 One of her vows was to save all...