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"You confront me."
"I thought you wanted me to. I mean I thought I was doing what you wanted me to. You... you know and... and... and we don't even have to. My cab is ready. I can just leave and we can always meet later. Just, just call. OK? I'm staying with Phil. You have his number, don't you? You do. You do. Call and we'll meet... where... wherever... you want. It's really all up to you. That might even be better. Anything. I... I... I don't know. I... I... I don't, I don't mind really. Whatever. I mean you call and let me know. I'll stay with Phil a few days. I'll let you know... where... where I'd go after. You want me to. Right? I mean I know, I know you want that. That's what we need. That's what we should do. Hey, what do you say? Huh? Isn't that better? I thought we'd go out for lunch today but that's all right. You stay in. Do whatever and we'll meet again. Just call, just..."
"You confront me not I. That's why it disturbs. It's just that."
He put the package down. First, he looked around the room and considered the console. It was a bit far. He had to walk all the length of the room. Coffee table was busy. That coffee table never had any room for anything. He could just leave it there where he was on the floor. He could do that. Why can't he just put it on the floor? Just there, right where he's standing, beside his feet. He could do that.
"I confront you... I... I..."
"You confront me... me.... You confront 'me'.... Me not I. You confront me. That's why it disturbs. You confront me not I."
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Foto worked digital/mixed media.
"You confront me."
"I thought you wanted me to. I mean I thought I was doing what you wanted me to. You... you know and... and... and we don't even have to. My cab is ready. I can just leave and we can always meet later. Just, just call. OK? I'm staying with Phil. You have his number, don't you? You do. You do. Call and we'll meet... where... wherever... you want. It's really all up to you. That might even be better. Anything. I... I... I don't know. I... I... I don't, I don't mind really. Whatever. I mean you call and let me know. I'll stay with Phil a few days. I'll let you know... where... where I'd go after. You want me to. Right? I mean I know, I know you want that. That's what we need. That's what we should do. Hey, what do you say? Huh? Isn't that better? I thought we'd go out for lunch today but that's all right. You stay in. Do whatever and we'll meet again. Just call, just..."
"You confront me not I. That's why it disturbs. It's just that."
He put the package down. First, he looked around the room and considered the console. It was a bit far. He had to walk all the length of the room. Coffee table was busy. That coffee table never had any room for anything. He could just leave it there where he was on the floor. He could do that. Why can't he just put it on the floor? Just there, right where he's standing, beside his feet. He could do that.
“ЗИМНЕЕ ЦАРСТВО ЯЙЛЫ ЧАТЫРДАГА”
“ЗИМОВЕ ЦАРСТВО ЯЙЛИ ЧАТИРДАГУ”
“ÇATIRDAĞ YAYLANIÑ QIŞ ALEMI”
Родной ландшафт... Под дымчатым навесом
Огромной тучи снеговой
Синеет даль — с её угрюмым лесом,
Окутанным осенней мглой...
Всё голо так — и пусто-необъятно
В однообразии немом...
Местами лишь просвечивают пятна
Стоячих вод, покрытых первым льдом.
Ни звуков здесь, ни красок, ни движенья —
Жизнь отошла — и, покорясь судьбе,
В каком-то забытьи изнеможенья,
Здесь человек лишь снится сам себе.
Как свет дневной, его тускнеют взоры,
Не верит он, хоть видел их вчера,
Что есть края, где радужные горы
В лазурные глядятся озерá.
Ф. И. Тютчев, 1859
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