La lassitude est la fin des actes d'une vie machinale, mais elle inaugure en mÃªme temps le mouvement de la conscience. Elle l'Ã©veille et elle provoque la suite. La suite, c'est le retour inconscient dans la chaÃ®ne, ou c'est l'Ã©veil dÃ©finitif. Au bout de l'Ã©veil vient avec le temps, la consÃ©quence: suicide ou rÃ©tablissement.
I'm a firm believer that lighting affects mood, and twinkly lights on strings bring something magical to occasions ranging from concerts to weddings, though I'm fond of using them as year-round home decor. There's a reason why they're sometimes called fairy lights. When the night is right, there aren't any strings at all.
I can prove at any time that my education tried to make another person out of me than the one I became. It is for the harm, therefore, that my educators could have done me in accordance with their intentions that I reproach them; I demand from their hands the person I now am, and since they cannot give him to me, I make of my reproach and laughter a drumbeat sounding in the world beyond.
My parents are both very funny but they're also relatively soft-spoken, normal human beings while I'm just a lunatic. I don't know where this loud, ballsy, hammy ridiculousness came from. I'm just glad I followed my goals and my parents did too. It's not like we even had a plan when I dragged my mom to Los Angeles.