talking in a mysterious, poetic manner - resembling the voice overs of Werner Herzog documentaries.
most often turns out to be lousy monologues escorting and commenting a phase of solitude. aimed to reflect the status quo of your soul or whatever you want to call it.
most often turns out to be lousy monologues escorting and commenting a phase of solitude. aimed to reflect the status quo of your soul or whatever you want to call it.
"the betrayal. closely linked to nature where a lion king can be bit off his throne by his successor. why are we hurt by betrayal? does the answer lie in our vanity, our intrinsic need to be seen, praised, liked? Are the vainest people hurt the most? And can the vainest people create the most deeply felt beauty because of it?"
"there she sits. its a cave she has found refuge in. breathing is easier. sleep is better. surrounded by a thousand neighbours she remains invisible to her own eyes."
Werner Herzog: "dis bitch over there be stealing my voice overs pretending she is some meta-princess reflecting her reflections. fucking herzogian solitude. can somebody take her out for fucks sake"
"there she sits. its a cave she has found refuge in. breathing is easier. sleep is better. surrounded by a thousand neighbours she remains invisible to her own eyes."
Werner Herzog: "dis bitch over there be stealing my voice overs pretending she is some meta-princess reflecting her reflections. fucking herzogian solitude. can somebody take her out for fucks sake"
by Krkič May 31, 2021