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f643ebd
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The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their lives.
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Arthur Nersesian |
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3acbba3
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Finally life becomes a very specific thing--and that's what we are. Ultimately, looking back, I'm beginning to believe that we need to always be fucked up. We need to always have some reason to hate ourselves, something to make us feel eternally incomplete.
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Arthur Nersesian |
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d531df8
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Nowadays the standards had plummeted so far that I failed even at being a failure. I silently packed up. Nothing else was left. They had even robbed me of self-pity
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humor
young-people
pathos
standards
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Arthur Nersesian |
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938e155
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I lay in bed and watched moments break into phenomenal particles of panic and could actually see the divine crack of God's ass as he completely turned his back on me.
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doubt
fear
god
panic
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Arthur Nersesian |
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b140d38
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My last chance had vanished into itself like a snail coiling up into his shell. Insidiously I had lost my grip, and now this was it. I thought all this without much emotion. I really didn't care anymore. I couldn't hang on anymore. I didn't have the guts to kill myself, but I didn't want it to continue. I walked a couple of blocks, empty, listless, and wished I could cry. ...The diabolic hope, the purposeful pulsing of blood, the flight i..
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hopelessness
life
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Arthur Nersesian |
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543894a
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Perhaps the price of comfort is that life passes more rapidly. But for anyone who has lived in uneasiness, even for a short, memorable duration, it's a trade-off that will gladly be made.
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life
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Arthur Nersesian |
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7483e25
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As the components of your life are stripped away, after all the ambitions and hopes vaporize, you reach a self-reflective starkness-- the repetitious plucking of a single overwound string.
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Arthur Nersesian |
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9c13c95
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Stressful jobs, loveless marriages, bad food-most people kill themselves slowly every day.
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Arthur Nersesian |
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3c7d3d6
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Some of the more industrious ones were washing the windshields of cars that had been trapped by the red light. I used to see them from inside cars and think they brought it on themselves, and they probably did but now it didn't make a difference. I went over to the fire and warmed my hands with the group. I looked at their faces: idiots, criminals, retards, schizophrenics, paranoids, rejects, fuck-ups, broken-down failures. Alone, once chil..
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Arthur Nersesian |
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9218da6
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When I was in my teens, I made an appraisal of how comfortable my life could turn out when I became the age I am now. Because of a mechanical failure, the prediction was inexact.
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life
expectations
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Arthur Nersesian |
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3a26f72
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In the dark jaws, where all things tumble, where societies crumble and old men stumble, love is the air we breathe, the earth we walk on, the economy we function in. It's not a passion or a fixation or a desire or a guilt. Love should have been a conduct, a process of life, an axiom, a grandeur we evolve...Its connective nature, its transferal powers, make utter sense.
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Arthur Nersesian |
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0e4e81b
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I had grazed along the surface of her actions and made deep judgments. Rejecting someone because you couldn't understand their love, that was a new one. The more I thought about it the longer the shadow of doubt stretched over all my conclusions. More often than not, things were as they seemed. But as I stared at her, she wasn't as bad looking as I had once thought. I realized how all this time I had seen her the wrong way, and how one's ch..
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love
new-york-city
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Arthur Nersesian |
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c1e7660
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Once, as a teenager, I had believed that people could change themselves. Finally I realized that all one could ever hope was understanding one's filthy self better.
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Arthur Nersesian |
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b9d72c2
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In Brooklyn I am content, the closest we can come to a sustained happiness.
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Arthur Nersesian |