Are you still trying to talk to humans? Even a wall would understand you better.
Are you still trying to talk to humans? Even a wall would understand you better.
―
Atrona Grizel
The one who has
merged with sorrow, who has made melancholy their being, because they have
monopolized pain, struggles to accept that others, too, can suffer. Not out of
heartlessness, but out of “fullness.”
―
Atrona Grizel
There are clearly
“higher” and “lower” minds, even though this is not a ranking. This implies
that the deepest truths are structurally incompatible with the typical
civilized person. Most humans are simply noise-generating automatons, governed
by imitation and fear. They are destined to remain so. Only a few are not
“human” and therefore carry entire worlds within their internal universes.
―
Atrona Grizel
Laughter drifts
in from outside.
In the room there is the friendly silence that only the two of us welcome.
It promises us the future: present time
Tomorrow we will get up at once, without being seen.
Then we will rise and go when no one is around, again.
We live on this
threshold, after all.
The threshold keeps us at the entrance of all entrances, so we can enter any of
them.
Everything is possible.
Each way is accessible.
We do not follow the paths; the paths follow us.
We try doors the
way one tries on shoes.
If we do not like them, we step out.
Then we enter another.
But we stay in none of them.
Because we do not
open them to go inside, only to look inside.
We already have a home, one that requires no door at all.
What embraces us is our homelessness.
What shelters us is our nomadism.
―
Atrona Grizel
If a person begins to search for a “path,” and when they cannot find it labels
themselves as “lost,” they reveal that they have adopted a noble ideal, that
they are under the sway of the suffixes “must” and “should.” The very
possibility of “losing” is already due to their belief in “winning.” Yet there
is no “path”—precisely because everything is, in fact, a path. One should throw
away the compass in their hand and take a path at random, for only then will a
“road” appear before them. Only eyes capable of seeing it, and a will capable
of confronting it are required.
―
Atrona Grizel
To be sincere and
real is to be rigid and sharp, regardless of situation or person. After all,
everyone who can be easily bought has been soaked in love and compassion.
―
Atrona Grizel
A person who
truly thinks does not notice that they are thinking. Consequently, they also do
not remember it.
―
Atrona Grizel
If the perception
of someone who is young in terms of bodily age changes seriously when that
person is imagined as decades older, then the view about that person is
fundamentally baseless and biased.
―
Atrona Grizel
The gods,
thousands of years ago, supposedly punished humans “for making noise.”
Nowadays, they must have resigned from their job so as not to be crushed under
their workload.
―
Atrona Grizel
To be able to
preserve inner tranquility in cities is both an anomaly and a supernatural
power.
―
Atrona Grizel
The nobility of
tears, and whether they are “worth it,” is measured by whether they contain a
sense of music.
―
Atrona Grizel
At the core,
everyone is unhappy. But everyone presents themselves as if they were very
happy. Because unhappiness is associated with “failure,” and because the minds
dependent on society function upon performance and image, they cannot bear
being seen as “losers.” Yet, a person is “pathetic” precisely because they
cannot be one.
―
Atrona Grizel
Everyone passing
by resembles plant-like objects that have grown from copying humanity.
―
Atrona Grizel
In the first
stages of solitude, two paths appear before a person: if they share their
feelings with others, society will try to pull them back into the crowd, for no
average person will approve or encourage someone who insists, “This world is a
trash heap.” But if one continues to observe silently, they become ever more
alone within awareness, and as they surpass humanity and rise to the point of
another species altogether, society’s propaganda of “return to us” loses all
effect.
―
Atrona Grizel
When there are no
longer any humans worth talking to, first one will speak with artificial
intelligence, then with animals, then with walls, and finally with the
abyss—and in the whirlpool of this final conversation, one will be lost and
disappear for eternity.
―
Atrona Grizel
To feel no pain
is to be numb. And to be numb is to be colonized.
―
Atrona Grizel
Culture destroys
everything it contaminates. In the culture of philosophy, there is no thinking.
In the culture of art, there is no creativity. In the culture of poetry, there
are no poems. In the culture of romance, there is no love. Or in the culture of
melancholy, there is no sadness. They only seem to exist amidst excess. For the
culture is not interested in the raw phenomena—true thought, true emotion—but
in the appearance of these phenomena. A poem becomes a “poem” because society
calls it one; “love” becomes a spectacle because norms script it; or,
“melancholy” becomes a style because culture demands a recognizable emotional
template. Hence, the purpose is not genuine; it is ideological in a way even
though it carries no “ideology,” because its aim is to exist within a specific
culture and to celebrate that very culture.
―
Atrona Grizel
I stay in this
world only to see what will happen in the next moment. Then I will leave in one
blink.
―
Atrona Grizel
My response to
those who say, “I don’t want to be here,” has always been not “but you are
here,” but rather “perhaps you aren’t.” More than never having learned why I’m
here, I don’t even know if I’m here at all.
―
Atrona Grizel
There are two
ways of forgetting the world: one through seclusion, the other through losing
oneself within it.
―
Atrona Grizel
Schools are a
mixture of a prison filled with guards and a zoo filled with chimpanzees, like
being imprisoned among primates.
―
Atrona Grizel
Every being is
actually a god, regardless of whether it is biologically alive or not. The
whole matter lies in what is meant by the concept of “god.”
―
Atrona Grizel
Spoken suicidal
feelings are far from the deepest ones. Those who express their “depression”
are always the ones who remain on the surface of this feeling. For its depths
are unreachable and, thus, silent to the outside. Everything that can be
reached is superficial. The most irreversibly melancholic are never known.
There are websites, forums, and organizations centered on emotional pain.
People there talk about the things that trouble them, and thus, a deceptive
atmosphere of tragedy pervades. Those who are truly lost within themselves are,
however, not found in such spaces—or anywhere.
―
Atrona Grizel
The angry and
dissatisfied loners known as “asocial” insult, merely by their existence, the
noble loneliness of the free loners who have withdrawn into seclusion
physically or mentally. How did solitude, which is sacred at its core, become a
subject of mockery, and thanks to whom?
―
Atrona Grizel
To deceive oneself
is to be honest, once even “truth” itself is nothing but a deception.
―
Atrona Grizel
Literary people
are “literary” because they stretch what could be expressed in a single
sentence across dozens of books, are masters of prolonging words, and feel no
shame in such babbling.
―
Atrona Grizel
The banning of
writings comes from their crying out the truths with stark honesty and
directness. Societies desire comfort and consolation, not confrontation and
defiance. If a person does not prune themselves in their writing and does not
conceal their views, then surely their work will not be read because of
censorship.
―
Atrona Grizel
When I had no
tongue, I tried to speak. Now I have the power to express everything, yet I
deliberately choose silence.
―
Atrona Grizel
For everyone I
see who comes and goes along the road, I say inwardly: “What could I possibly
talk about with such a face?” And I pass by dismissively, just as they do with
me. If there had been someone otherworldly who dazzled my eye, I would have already
gone to them. But nobody has ever drawn my attention in my whole life. Nothing
that interests me interests people, and nothing that interests people interests
me. I am in love with art and philosophy. Yet people—flat as a hollow body of
water barely covering the ground beneath—provoke in me an allergic reflex
rooted deep in my biology. The shallowness of humans has penetrated me so
deeply that, since my brain sees these as nothing more than “useless occupiers
of space,” I wake up the next morning unable to remember a single average
social event I experienced. I have already grown accustomed to the feeling of
my expectations hanging endlessly in the air. If there were someone capable of
captivating my perception—even by the tiniest fraction, the size of a
microbe—they would never escape my grasp. But it seems my frequency is always
tuned elsewhere, or perhaps nowhere at all.
―
Atrona Grizel
I wonder how
people have not gone mad from being biologically human: they have neither wings
nor gills; they are trapped in the narrowest portion of the earth. Things like
airplanes and ships only cover up this confinement. But in the end, the human
being is still a creature confined to land.
―
Atrona Grizel
In any
psychological or psychiatric report, the only thing worth reading is the words
of the person labeled “patient.”
― Atrona Grizel