رُضوانٌ

“الليلُ
لا يتّسعُ
.لأرقي

البكاءُ
لا يتّسعُ
.لدمعي

أصدقائي
لا يتّسعون
.لي

وحدهُ الموتُ
.يتّسعُ”
― سوزان عليوان, لا أشبه أحدًا

“هذه التعاسةُ الرماديّةُ
في عينيك
ما سرُّها؟
وماذا أستطيعُ أن أفعلَ
.كي ألوّنَها؟”
― سوزان عليوان, لا أشبه أحدًا

“There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting.

A man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down.

Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics that experience takes the form of two basic equations: The degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.”
― Milan Kundera, Slowness

“Even today, I've no idea what the truth is, or what I did with it.”
― Luis Buñuel, My Last Sigh