Jesienna toska, czyli jak radzić sobie z chandrą?
Myszy jest smutno. Zakopała się w tym smutku jak w jesiennych liściach. Czasem tylko wygrzebie się, by obejrzeć jakiś film.
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” ~ Vladimir Nabokov
“the fear that everything has already been done“, or “the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.“
MYSZA’S FEEL GOOD MOVIES