Anyone who speaks has no reality.
Anyone who speaks has no reality.
―
Atrona Grizel
The sound of the
television can be heard even from here. They’ve turned the volume all the way
up. Not because they can’t hear the noise, but because they don’t want to hear
the silence.
―
Atrona Grizel
A random homeless
person living on the streets has far more to say than all TED speakers
combined. But because they are uncertified, they are deemed “invalid.”
―
Atrona Grizel
I climbed to the
moon tonight.
It had cast down a long, unending ladder right beside me.
I placed my foot on it gently.
No one heard me.
Then I rose very
high, above the clouds.
Then I held onto the moon.
I pulled the ladder up behind me, so no one could come after.
“You’ve endured
well,” luna told me.
“It’s time to leave now.”
It held me tightly in its arms.
It had missed its son.
“Where have you
been all this time?” it asked.
And at that moment, I understood that it had been waiting for me all along.
Patiently and silently.
While I was
fighting creatures on earth,
it had been fighting so I could fight creatures in the sky.
I should have understood from the expression on the full moon,
from how directly it stared into my eyes,
on those nights when a gentle gloom covered everything.
And now we were
embracing.
I could not believe we were finally side by side.
Perhaps I did not want to believe, so the taste would not fade too quickly.
Right then it
pulled me into space.
It was done, we were leaving.
We were transcending reality together.
Here, they could
no longer reach us.
Here, they could no longer separate us.
Because here, there was no one but us.
I kissed it on
the cheek and a taste of stone and chalk filled my mouth.
It, however, kissed me on my heart, and the taste it took in was me.
I entrusted my
hand to it,
and with joy I gave my heart to being drawn into its fairy-tale dimension,
into the depths of space.
―
Atrona Grizel
Something written
in the Cyrillic alphabet immediately reminds me of space. It feels like the
language of the universe.
―
Atrona Grizel
When what is
known to be good briefly reveals its darker side—when it behaves in a way
typically aligned with evil—the effect is quietly profound. The unexpectedness
of such a shift is what lends it power. The presence of evil within what is
deemed good strikes with uncommon force, as if it were a kind of superpower.
―
Atrona Grizel
A person who
finds it natural that the U.S. dollar is the world’s main currency, yet would
find it unimaginable if the world’s main currency were the Soviet ruble,
reveals exactly whose puppet their mind is: capitalism. Capitalism has
commodified even minds themselves, making its own existence seem
natural—indeed, embraced as a source of freedom—and thus causing people’s sense
of belonging to be tied to the First World, leading them to spew hatred toward
everything beyond it. For capital didn’t just win markets—it colonized
imagination, to the point that anything clashing with the liberal dogma became
a “totalitarian concern.” Had the USSR won the Cold War, what would seem
extraordinary today would not be the ubiquity of the ruble but that of the
dollar—just as what would seem strange would not be speaking Russian but
speaking English—for minds would have evolved accordingly, as extensions of
history once again. What is seen here, then, is not a simple flow of history
but the fact that minds serve as carriers of invisible ideologies—and are
predisposed to do so.
―
Atrona Grizel
A person born a
fool will die a fool. If they had the ability to question, they would have done
so long ago.
―
Atrona Grizel
Where there is
intense hardship, philosophy withers; after all, why ponder the nature of
existence when survival itself is uncertain? A person on the verge of starving
to death thinks only of immediate needs—food, shelter, rest, and so on—as is
natural. They do not contemplate the nature of the food they’ve found, the
process by which it came to be, or whether their attraction to it stems from
their own will. They simply eat it. For such a person, questions like “Why do I
eat?” or “Am I eating by my own will?” are not merely luxuries; they are
irrelevant.
―
Atrona Grizel
There are those
who dream of having the “perfect” appearance, amassing great wealth, driving
the latest luxury cars, owning the “coziest” homes, speaking all languages,
having all hobbies, going to the “best” schools, writing bestselling books,
singing chart-topping songs, performing in front of massive crowds, having an
army of friends, becoming an activist who reshapes lives, launching
groundbreaking tech startups, giving debates on television programs, dedicating
oneself to a pursuit, having the “ideal” spouse, bringing “good” things to the
world, ruling nations, traveling to every country, dining at the “finest”
restaurants, breaking world records, starring in blockbuster films, winning
gold medals, being awarded on the world stage, influencing billions on social
media, and so on. And then, there are those who dream of a reality where none
of these even exist.
―
Atrona Grizel
The moment a
person speaks from the edge of the abyss, society calls for medics,
prescriptions, therapies, and the soft language of “recovery” or the “healing
journey.” Because they cannot face the persistent silence beneath everything,
so they build temples, create religions, cling to ideologies, forge belief
systems, and become addicted to digital devices in an attempt to mute this
silence. Yet it still remains loud, always remains loud.
―
Atrona Grizel
Pain can only be
neutralized or transformed, but it can never be “vanished” or “destroyed.”
―
Atrona Grizel
Yes, I am an
addict. Not to alcohol or cigarettes, but to music and dreams.
―
Atrona Grizel
Suicide is
misunderstood not because it is tragic, but because it is viewed only as
tragic.
―
Atrona Grizel
There is no such
thing as “morality”; when a famous person can throw money around and thus get
whatever they want under the label of “formality” and “legitimacy,” the
so-called defenders of morality are nothing more than servants of those
capitalists.
―
Atrona Grizel
One can’t find
what cannot be found.
―
Atrona Grizel
To be in the dump
is cleaner than to be on the podium.
―
Atrona Grizel
If I were unable
to recognize myself in the mirror—which I already do not—it would not horrify
me. This is usually what frightens the alienated. But myself—the thing I call
“I”—lies precisely in this hallucinatory state of existence. If I cannot
recognize myself, then I am exactly that unrecognizable being. If I am fond of
myself, I am fond of my dream. And since I am nothing but a fantasy, nothing
can take my reality away from me—for one cannot turn a being that is already a
ghost into a ghost.
―
Atrona Grizel
I have grown so
accustomed to my own mind during the long years of solitude that I now need to
make an active effort if I am to accept that the rabble, too, possesses
worldviews worthy of being taken seriously.
―
Atrona Grizel
I feel as though
any human relationship I have is violating my inner world—bits to be weeded
out.
―
Atrona Grizel
The true nature
of revolution is an exchange of tyrants, for this is the fate of all kinds of
such external dependencies and fanatical commitments.
―
Atrona Grizel
People believe
they must do something, that they must “change the world.” But these are
neither genuine tears nor genuine actions; they are merely expressions of their
inability to accept and embrace things as they are.
―
Atrona Grizel
Activism is an
attempt to escape from the self by drowning it in the suffering of others. The
activist is someone who cannot bear their seemingly empty existence, so they
project their dissatisfaction onto the world.
―
Atrona Grizel
To denounce
“injustice,” to combat it, is to imagine that the universe has erred in its
course and requires human intervention to “correct” it. Yet injustice is not an
accident; it is the nature of things.
―
Atrona Grizel
What gives
professors authority is the people who sustain the superstition that a piece of
paper—a diploma—is a mystical tool that unlocks the secrets of the universe.
―
Atrona Grizel
“Why are you always
so silent?” they say. Because I know that salvation has never been in humans.
Even a bottle of alcohol is more helpful than speaking with people.
―
Atrona Grizel
In the dead of
night, the door was knocked upon. Exactly three times. Yet there is no other
life around here. When I went to see who it was, the wind greeted me. It had
come to visit. As soon as I invited it inside, it slipped away through the
window.
―
Atrona Grizel
A person’s
seemingly profound thoughts become empty the moment they set out to “save” the
world, for civilization is not broken; it is beyond repair.
―
Atrona Grizel
I found a mirror
that reflects not myself but the “self I ought to be.” And when I stood before
it, I could not recognize the person it showed.
― Atrona Grizel