And well, no, it seems so that not much has changed. That we still seem to be living in the same country, similar things happening to similar people and similar people doing those things onto those people. This sensation that we may be stuck, that the things so much regretted upon a hundred years ago actually amounted to a big time warp. It is so much the same it cannot be the same. It looks so much alike that there cannot be one possibilty that whatever it is that is going on now, in the North, here or wherever, can actually resemble something which ought to be gone. As if the past were really past or that time could be something different from what we seem to be making of it.
So, to what does it all amount then? To what does it amount that a hundred people were killed? To what does it amount that two hundred people were killed? To what does it amount five hundred people were killed? To what does it amount that 1000 people were killed? Or 2000? What does one death amount to when millions will continue to die for the same reason? Or is it that once somebody dies, that person does not stop dying?
'Someone has to die in order that the rest of us value life more'
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ajajaja
comunista ql xD
and who will die? tell me.
the poet will die. the visionary.
en algún rincón de mi existencia sé que tendré que morir para que otros valoren la vida. soy el poeta, el visionario, un Richard, un viviente de las horas. uno de estos días tendré que arrojarme desde mi balcón mientras mi Mrs. Dalloway (que de hecho sí existe) me dice que ya no habrá fiesta.
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