27 Şubat 2011 Pazar

Şubat 2011

"Yaşamak bir başkası olmaktır. Ve insan bugün dün hissettiği gibi hissediyorsa, hissetmek olanaksızdır. Dün hissedileni bugün de hissetmek, hissetmek değil, dün hissedilmiş olanı bugün de anımsamaktır yalnızca, artık yok olmuş olan dünkü hayatın canlı cesedi olmaktır."

Huzursuzluğun Kitabı, Fernando Pessoa

23 Şubat 2011 Çarşamba

şubat iki bin on bir

One day you'll be blind like me. You'll be sitting here, a speck in the void, in the dark, forever, like me.

One day you'll say to yourself, I'm tired, I'll sit down, and you'll go and sit down. Then you'll say, I'm hungry, I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up. You'll say, I shouldn't have sat down, but since I have I'll sit on a little longer, then I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up and you won't get anything to eat.

You'll look at the wall a while, then you'll say, I'll close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I'll feel better, and you'll close them. And when you open them again there'll be no wall any more.

Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn't fill it, and there you'll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe.

Yes, one day you'll know what it is, you'll be like me, except that you won't have anyone with you, because you won't have had pity on anyone and because there won't be anyone left to have pity on you.

Endgame, Samuel Beckett.