Your fake made reality is one that will shatter like glass soon enough as you realise how rotten your heart really is, all holds on the threads of superficiality while nothing means more than what meant yesterday.
The doors opened. Nobody was standing there. I waited for a few seconds, expecting someone to get in. Nobody did. So I pressed 8 again. The doors closed.
M«ary Shelley - Un dernier homme Avant de mettre en œuvre un changement pourtant résolu, l'esprit hésite : tantôt il s'abandonne à de fervents espoirs, tantôt il recule devant des obstacles lui apparaissant soudain si terribles. »
Lui le aveva portato i suoi regali e l’unica cosa che poteva dare un senso ai suoi vuoti era vederla sorridere. Lei d’improvviso disse: “Siamo stati fortunati, guarda che bella giornata oggi!”.