La Isla

“Sueñas con escaparte, pero no huyas para ser libre. Si huyes de ti mismo, tu prisión te seguirá.“

Gustave Thibon. (Escritor y filósofo francés)

“I only wish they’d do it faster.
I draw the smoke into my lungs, extract the nicotine and the tar. it doesn’t do anything for me, but I like the smoke.
I like the ash. The way it falls. I like breathing out the smoke.
I like smoking cigarettes. It’s something normal people do.
I smoke a cigarette, and pretend I’m normal.

And, I wish a was dead.“

“- She can feel them.
-Chantal, dreaming intricate, self-referential loops, trying to reveal nothing of herself to herself.
-Zelda, still fighting old battles, the little girl lost in the woman whose heart she shares.
-Ken’s churning world of money and sex and power.
-Hal’s endless quest for identity and love.
-Barbara’s rich dream-life, more valid and true than anything she fells when waking.”

All of them seeking a place belong. All of them seeking a place to be safe. And she sees how simple it all is. Sees how thin and fragile the walls that divide them truly are. Sees how simple it would be to shatter them. She reaches out her mind, and nudges. And the walls…

From: The Sandman. The DOLL’S HOUSE - part six. Neil Gaiman