terça-feira, 19 de março de 2019

Meta-lament


Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections, disse V. Woolf.

The union of two natures for a time is so great,” respondeu Margaret Fuller 

Are we to despair or rejoice over the fact that even the greatest loves exist only “for a time”?, esqueci quem disse este. 

The time scales are elastic, disse Einstein depois de acordar com a cama molhada de suor, contracting and expanding with the depth and magnitude of each love, fazia tempo que ele não fazia amor, sabe, but they are always finite — like books, like lives, like the universe itself. Ohlala. Eita ferro.

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