uranium-ore

"We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died long ago. Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claimed me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness." Haruki Murakami

"Come away, come away, death,     And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath;     I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,              O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true          Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet,     On my black coffin let there be strown. Not a friend, not a friend greet     My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs t

‎"Exista clipe, ajungi la asemenea clipe, cand timpul inceteaza brusc sa curga si vine vesnicia[...] Cand omul, in integritatea lui, va atinge fericirea, timpul va inceta sa mai existe, pentru ca nu va mai fi nevoie de el." - Kirillov in "Demonii" (Dostoievski)