Blink
Your eyelids.
We move ours up and down.
Blinking, we call it.
It’s like a small black shutter that clicks down
and makes a break.
Everything goes black; one’s eyes are moistened.
You can’t imagine how restful, refreshing, it is.
Four thousand little rests per hour.
Four thousand little respites–just think!…
So that’s the idea. I’m to live without eyelids.
Don’t act the fool, you know what I mean.
No eyelids, no sleep; it follows, doesn’t it?
I shall never sleep again.
- Valet, Huis Clos
“Kung maaring lang sanang ipunin ang isang libong kurap para maging isang tulog.”
September 3rd, 2007 at 9:41 am
this is as long as your post already (ack), but i remember this from kundera’s novel Identity–
“But what a sorry fate, to be the soul of a body cobbled together so offhandedly, whose eye cannot do its looking without being washed every ten, twenty seconds!”
September 15th, 2007 at 12:59 am
hey nan! hehe. ayan na naman si kundera. di ko pa nababasa yan. pero nice quote.
at eto ang masalimuot sa comment part ng friendster, walang masyadong alert tsaka kelangan may friendster account ka pa para makapagcomment.
September 27th, 2008 at 11:05 am
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