Dead Poets Society

i might do a little about me section when i feel like it in the future

for now I'm that corporal entity living in your walls

Geschichte wird immer von radikalen Minderheiten geschrieben.

"History is always written by radical minorities."

-Heinrich Habel

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeits of our own behavior) we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as IF WE WERE VILLAINS on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous. I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

-William Shakespeare

I lack the zest for life; death holds my sole desire.
It's not about embracing darkness, but glimpsing ahead breeds a sense of hopelessness.
The uncertainties seem poised to end me—not pessimism, just an acceptance of what fate has scripted.
Security within myself remains elusive; weariness has settled deep.
Surrender tempts me before the journey even commences.
This isn't the preferred melancholy; it's a profound sadness.

The best advice I’ve ever received: ‘no one else knows what they are doing either.

Charles Bukowski

"When a person can't find a deep sense of meaning, they distract themselves with pleasure.
- Viktor Frankl

Ey Nuwanda.
Neil has decided to go against his father's will
What about going there and watching his first last performance tonight?

15. December

Neil is dead

I dont know whether to call her lucky or not....

Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die.
I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you.