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Που πήγατε; Που σκορπίσατε;

Just an ordinary woman

Les: What do you think, Joe?

Joe:  About what?

Les: This death.

Joe: I think she went to the bridge fully dressed and stood there breathing the warm night air. Then she took off her jacket and put it  neatly on the ground. And then she unbuttoned her blouse. And then she lifted up her brassiers.  And dropped it down on top of the other clothes. And she unbuttoned her skirt. And slipped it down under her hips. Then she undone her stockings and hold them up so they blew in the breeze before she let them flew off into the night. And she shivered. And asked herself if she really wanted to go through with this. And she answered this question by kicking her clothes into the river. She quickly removed her garter belts and her pants. And it was there, dressed its small combination. Thinking over what brought her to this. And then with particle below her, she dropped into the river like a rose. And float there for a moment. And be gone.

Les: What kind of women woud do that?

Joe: Just an ordinary woman.

Movie: Young Adam (2003)

Ewan McGregor - Tilda Swinton - Peter Mullan

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.” 

Sylvia Plath

No, no, mai ti lascerò

H Monica Vitti σε ερωτικό παραλήρημα!
Ανυποψίαστη...

"L' Avventura" - Michelangelo Antonioni (1960)

No....

There are no second chances. Ας κάνει ο καθένας μας ό,τι ξέρει να κάνει καλύτερα. Δεν γίνεται σου λέω. Ας 'μείνουμε πιστοί΄στον εαυτό μας. Τουλάχιστον να μπορούμε να κοιταζόμαστε στον καθρέφτη το πρωί.

Κι αν λίγο μας ξέφυγε, αν για λίγο πιστέψαμε ότι μπορούμε να κάνουμε το κάτι παραπάνω, δεν πειράζει.

Η ζωή (μας) συνεχίζεται χωρίς να μας ρωτάει. Χωρίς να θέλει εξηγήσεις.

Ασύστολα...

Με την αντιβίωση κρασί και ποτό και πάλι κρασί, και βήχω και κάνω εισπνοές, και πάλι ανάβω τσιγάρο και σκέφτομαι την Ελένη που μου είπε 'suicidal είσαι;' Και ναι, μπορεί και να είμαι. Κι εκεί που λέω έχω μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία... μια Δ Ε Υ Τ Ε Ρ Η ευκαιρία δεν ξέρω ΤΙ ΝΑ ΤΗΝ ΚΑΝΩ....  Τι την κάνει κανείς τη 'παράταση' που παίρνει;  Ε;