Don't be a pushover
Posted by Kristina Yenko , Tuesday, July 28, 2009 10:08 PM
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La Condition Humaine
Posted by Kristina Yenko , Thursday, July 23, 2009 4:43 PM
The shadows melted rather than stretched on the ground, bathed in bluish phosphorescence; the last flash of the superb evening that was being staged far away, somewhere in the infinity of worlds, of which only a reflection suffused the earth was flowing faintly through an archway with blackened ivy.
Almost alone in the bar-room of the little Grosvenor Hotel, Grinko was revolving an ash-tray on his out-stretched forefinger. He crumpled a piece of paper on which he had just been making an imaginary gift to each of his friends.
In spite of the vast reaches of the night, Kyo felt near to him as in a closed room.
“Has this lasted long?”
“Very. As long as I can remember. For some time it’s been less frequent. And I only remember… those things. I hate memories, as a rule. And I seldom have any: my life is not in the past, it’s before me.”
Silence.
“…The only thing I’m afraid of- afraid- is going to sleep. And I go to sleep every day.”
A clock struck ten. Some people were quarrelling, in short Chinese yelps, deep in the night.
He was silent.
“Do you dream much?” He went on.
The window condensed from their breaths. Kyo stood up and left his stool warm. Grinko was motionless.
People passed them by. Back and forth. Back and forth. They carried umbrellas and wore raincoats. Their heads are bent against the relentless weather and against their relentless lives. It will take more than bad weather to silence the human mind. Maybe so. But then we were people living in the darkness, now we are people dying in the light. Which is better? When you kill off all the demons, those angels might die too.
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