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The Cotard delusion or Cotard’s syndrome, also known as nihilistic or negation delusion , is a rare neuropsychiatric disorder in which a person holds a delusional belief that they are dead, do not exist, are putrefying, or have lost their blood or internal organs.
Caden Cotard is the main character in Synecdoche.
11:59
What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyones experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone is everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. Its yours. It is time for you to understand this.
Walk.
As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, it’s 7:43. Now you are here, it’s 7:44. Now you are…
Gone.
Apologize.
Ask her if you can put your head on her shoulder.
11:58
Nem eu sabia na altura que o texto Schenectady Synecdoche, New York que coloquei há uns tempos atrás pertencia a um filme Synecdoche. Aconselho vivamente.
02:00
Eu não sei de pássaros
não conheço a história do fogo.
Mas julgo que a minha solidão deveria ter asas.
Alejandra Pizarnik
23:33
Saltei de mim para a alba.
Deixei o meu corpo junto à luz
e cantei a tristeza do que nasce.
Alejandra Pizarnik
11:44
Há manhãs que estremecem com a estranha banalidade das coisas. Como se fossem novamente uma descoberta. A manhã nova. A manha regular.
17:17
O português é, por natureza, de uma susceptiblidade tão grande que nunca chega ao âmago dos problemas, quando se toca no assunto ao de leve, já se precipitam os batalhões de factos e de vi vi vi, ouvi ouvi ouvi e assim perdem-se anos e anos na capa e subcapa da sensibilidade irritada.
- Ruben A., Páginas VI
18:02
Nada me sai bem logo de entrada, preciso de deitar para fora o acanhamento e ganhar fôlego com as guelras que respiram o sangue da vida; tenho portanto, de fazer crescer a existência.
- Ruben A., O Mundo à Minha Procura II