Why else do we have that cancer called television? Why are we inundated with sound-bite news, and infantile politicians making promises they never intend to keep? Low ball, baby. Keep it simple and stupid. Keep the masses doped up on false expectations of lower taxes, second mortgages and entry into the country club and you’ve got yourself a happy society ready, willing and able to ignore those cries of rape. No one can hear them—the TV is too loud.
Therein lies the paradox. Grief: the act of letting sorrow flow freely can be so overwhelming that many push it away in the hope it will just disappear, which of course it can’t, won’t, doesn’t. Not until it has run its course. The truth, which is rarely admitted in Western cultures, is that grief has a way of making you feel more alive. Not necessarily with a shit-eating grin, but more aware of being alive.
The reasons to stay [in Sarajevo] were fewer but much more compelling, the main one being the feeling that I was living in a place with a lack of linear time.
This was the secret of Sarajevo. In Bosnia there was no past and no future.The past had been blown to smithereens and the future was only as long as the present moment lasted.
Quite interesting book. Cannot imagine placing oneself voluntarily in a hellhole like Sarajevo during the war there.
The trick, I had learned, was not holding on so tight to life that you became too scared to live. That was the same as living to die. No. The thing was to live like you had already died.
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