Indeed, joy can be extracted even from the tiniest mortal and immortal creations. And indeed, sorrow can be inhaled within every single blink underneath the sky. The past transcends the boundaries of the present and devours every reason to leave this ephemeral juncture of bones and blood.
-Her "Schrödinger's Cat" , First Insight
Such a sin and salvation to love yourself.
-epiphany
I'm not sure if I know too much of the world or nothing at all. I'm crying along with the broken hearts yet I'm singing along with the birds. I always wonder who am I. Maybe I don't even want to know.
Come my love, we'll dance till our feets no longer touch the ground.
-epiphany
Everything was falling apart, Only loneliness was well lived.
Walking along the crowded row, he met the one he used to know.
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
What if dysfunctionalities are the only sane way of living? What if abnormalities are the only norm? What if all social constructs are the most insane structures laid out to live an ideal life? What if objective reality never existed and it was a mere hallucination? What if they could hear the music Nietzsche was talking about?
-Her Schrödinger's Cat, Third Insight
Art - Kawai Gyokudo (1873-1957)
You bleed too much darling, gather up your flesh, drape it around your abysmal void. Nothing is seldom worthy enough to be mourned over till it turns you into a shrine of ghosts gulping tears of every mortal. Love yourself enough till you carry yourself to the grave, my love!
Her Schrödinger's cat, Eleventh insight