"The Path". Ruby.

[stays]

решила собрать её "фразы" отдельно.
потому что нахожу всё больше того,
что мне нравится в её мыслях.

на английском. без перевода.

Men are like motorcycles. You just drive them to where you want to be and then let somebody else take care of them.

Engines. And friends. Turn them on. Turn them off. Life. Death. Are they so different?

Sitting on wheels. Paralyzed soul. Nowhere to go. Fast.

If only there was somewhere to go. Then I could run away from it all.

This's something wrong with everything.

What on earth would I rather do than stare at the drops on the glass? Nothing. Not that it feels good. It has just keeps me paralyzed.

A finished puzzle is just a picture. Like millions of other pictures. But an unfinished puzzle has character. It tells a story. It shows what the makers of the puzzle were interested in and what they didn't care about. An unfinished puzzle is also aesthetically more interesting. Not just a rectangle. But a complex fractal-like shape that can be different every time. But is exactly how it is now. Of all the possible ways of being unfinished, this is how the puzzle is unfinished now. There's such a fragile beauty in that. I wonder if any of this applies to humans.

Night is a space where the soul can expand. I guess because there's nobody else around. The world seems so much bigger at night. How come loneliness feels so comforting?

Birthdays are for idiots. I wish we would know the date we will die. Then we could celebrate our deathdays every year!

They say the first steps are always the hardest. I'm not sure.