We are born in the shadow of fading memories and fallen dreams, living our days within the decaying bones of an age long gone.
-- Darran M. Handshaw
(Budapest, Hungary)
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Ashley: We're very happy together, aren't we, Andy?
Ashley puts her hand on his knee.
Andrew: Get your fucking hand off me.
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I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems, 1937-1952
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true detective: the long bright dark / disco elysium: jamais vu (derealization)
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~ The lonely god ~
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Warsan Shire, Excuses For Why We Failed At Love
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police
Kathleen Ryan, Bad Grapes (detail)
Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun
Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor
Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls
Armitav Ghosh, Gun Island
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The ADA when Fyodor and Nikolai first came to Yokohama
Dazai: They'll find Yokohama a bit overwhelming at first because of how advanced everything is here. All the cracker stuff we have.
Ranpo: They have some pretty cracker stuff where they come from too, Dazai.
Dazai (scoffs): Oh really? Like what? Disease? Poverty?
Ranpo: No, you can get this little woman made of wood right, you pull her apart and inside her there's an ever littler wooden woman and you pull the littler wooden woman apart and-
Dazai: Are you talking about Russian Dolls?
Ranpo:
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No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.
Oscar Wilde, The Decay of Lying
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Mishima Yukio - The Decay of the Angel (三島由紀夫 // 天人五衰)
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obsessed with gerard way's response to steve blackman about christopher the cube!!!
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Poetry is what he turns to these days, finding in its fragmentation the proper echo of the disintegrating world.
-- Lauren Groff
(Vatra Dornei, Romania)
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Decay route quote.
Andrew: All the people I've murdered by letting you live!
Ashley: I never kept count.
Andrew: I did!
Ashley, grinning: I know! And I love you for it!
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"Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace."
Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
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Jade: if i had absolute power i would be really chill with it actually. i would never corrupt absolutely. i would keep it real niceys. heart
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But where is the antidote for lucid despair, perfectly articulated, proud, and sure? All of us are miserable, but how many know it? The consciousness of misery is too serious a disease to figure in an arithmetic of agonies or in the catalogues of the Incurable. It belittles the prestige of hell, and converts the slaughterhouses of time into idyls. What sin have you committed to be born, what crime to exist? Your suffering like your fate is without motive. To suffer, truly to suffer, is to accept the invasion of ills without the excuse of causality, as a favor of demented nature, as a negative miracle. . . .
Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay
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