2021:
vegheati-mi pasii,
frunze-ale amurgului,
carari de toamna!…
2022:
carari de toamna –
decorul razelor, o
dantela de foc…
2023:
dantela de foc:
al iernii este toamna
voal de mireasa…
2024:
voal de mireasa:
evantaiul frunzelor,
imbracand Toamna…
2025:
imbracand Toamna
in tesaturi brodate
din lacrimile…
2026:
din lacrimile
unui vis de vara, iti
pictez frunzele…
record of a night too brief – hiromi kawakami
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SCHRÖDINGER’S CAT
How would one describe the girl now, as she was inside the box? It was like she was there, only she wasn’t; or like she wasn’t, except that she was. Or maybe she occupied an indeterminate state of being, both there and not there, in exactly equal amounts.
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Why did I smash the box? I thought bitterly. But how could I have stopped myself?
How could anyone endure such a state, of having someone there and not there—not there and there—at the same time? Deeply indignant at this quandary of quantum physics, I cried and cried.
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