being young is unbelievable. and the worst part is most young people dont realize it until they're old. no jobs, no serious responsabilities and the only living things which depend on you are your pets, if you do have them. but the strangest thing is that young people think they'll be young forever, that everything lasts forever. actually, they ( Read more... )

The sky had a surreal feel to it that day, like a painting or a cartoon. Oranges, yellows and deep blues danced together barely making way for a stubborn ray of sunlight to peak through the clouds. I was sitting and waiting; staring at an old radio on the woman’s desk and complaining about how terrible the sound was when that familiar drum beat I ( Read more... )

They were both waiting to get in. Anna was an interior designer and he immediately caught her attention for appearing to be so detached from the room - like a white leather couch in a medieval castle. In a world where the aesthetic standards implied that beautiful people should be tall and tanned, he made everyone wonder what was so intriguing ( Read more... )

The sky had a surreal feel to it that day, like a painting or a cartoon. Oranges, yellows and deep blues danced together barely making way for a stubborn ray of sunlight to peak through the clouds. I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaled the cancer and looked at the attractive woman across the table, indifferent to whatever she was saying until a ( Read more... )

The novel “The Catcher in the Rye” depicts the life of 17-year old Holden Caulfield. Whilst turning the pages, the reader is prone to notice the deep and many times disturbed thoughts that swim around Holden’s maturing young head. His impulsive behavior and bursts of depression are constantly followed by clever remarks on daily life and ( Read more... )

Alex was bored. Deeply, utterly bored: so bored he got tired of television and read a book. He lived in a small but respectable yellowish-beige house on the east of Amitville, where the sun shone everyday from 10am to 5. His beard had grown far more than what was considered higenic, and it itched like hell when he was trying to sleep on his cheap ( Read more... )

Marching as mute marionettes ( Read more... )

A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess ( Read more... )

i say i love the truth but i must admit i hate it too.

i love the open, the grotesque, the human - all beautiful because they're so real and true.

i love beauty but i hate it so much

we're all slaves of aesthetics. beauty, love, things which capitalism and fiction, worried with their sick sick children, feed whole bottles into us every 8 hours ( Read more... )

I need more time ( Read more... )