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Autumn with a star in her hair looked and crept up on me,
Laughing, she ran away into the forests, followed by the fox-Kitsune.
The sun hides in fruits and grains to keep warm.
The fox shows off the embroidery on his kimono in front of him.
The house was spinning like a leaf - sit down, closer to me.
I'll tell you a fairy tale about how the Kitsune fox lives.
I can show it where the heights begin.
The fox has large eyes the color of reddish grass.
Having played with a crystal horn, the wind made its speech - and is already flying far to the ends of the earth and seas.
And you look after him, and then in a dream you see autumn in a kimono from the dawn, and behind her a kitsune fox
Arachnophobia - a special case of zoophobia, a fear of arachnids, is one of the most common phobias.
You know, but your World is one of the most terrible places in the universe!
He flaunts his web of everyone who was born there, and no one manages to escape.
Autumn with a star in her hair looked and crept up on me,
Laughing, she ran away into the forests, followed by the fox-Kitsune.
The sun hides in fruits and grains to keep warm.
The fox shows off the embroidery on his kimono in front of him.
The house was spinning like a leaf - sit down, closer to me.
I'll tell you a fairy tale about how the Kitsune fox lives.
I can show it where the heights begin.
The fox has large eyes the color of reddish grass.
Having played with a crystal horn, the wind made its speech - and is already flying far to the ends of the earth and seas.
And you look after him, and then in a dream you see autumn in a kimono from the dawn, and behind her a kitsune fox
“He who leads into captivity will himself go into captivity; whoever kills with the sword must be killed with the sword. Here is the patience and faith of the saints.” 🇺🇦
And the time will come when golden rays of the sun will wake up at dawn, and not cruise missiles.
And the time will come
Autumn with a star in her hair looked and crept up on me,
Laughing, she ran away into the forests, followed by the fox-Kitsune.
The sun hides in fruits and grains to keep warm.
The fox shows off the embroidery on his kimono in front of him.
The house was spinning like a leaf - sit down, closer to me.
I'll tell you a fairy tale about how the Kitsune fox lives.
I can show it where the heights begin.
The fox has large eyes the color of reddish grass.
Having played with a crystal horn, the wind made its speech - and is already flying far to the ends of the earth and seas.
And you look after him, and then in a dream you see autumn in a kimono from the dawn, and behind her a kitsune fox
Doppelganger.
If there is a dark force that hostilely and treacherously throws a noose into our soul in order to capture us later and drag us onto a dangerous, destructive path where we would never otherwise have entered - if such a force exists, then it must take on our own image, become our “I”, for only in this case we will believe in it and give it a place in our soul, necessary for it for its mysterious work.
Rebellion is a state of mind. Rebellion is life, actually. And I'm not striving for some final goal. It cannot be. It has to be better all the time. This is, say, movement towards the horizon. Every time a new horizon, a new horizon, a new horizon. That is, life is a constant overcoming, overcoming inertia. Because at each stage, new tasks will arise, and then, of course, they will have to be solved anew, etc. That is, rebellion is simply a state of consciousness, of life.
Autumn with a star in her hair looked and crept up on me,
Laughing, she ran away into the forests, followed by the fox-Kitsune.
The sun hides in fruits and grains to keep warm.
The fox shows off the embroidery on his kimono in front of him.
The house was spinning like a leaf - sit down, closer to me.
I'll tell you a fairy tale about how the Kitsune fox lives.
I can show it where the heights begin.
The fox has large eyes the color of reddish grass.
Having played with a crystal horn, the wind made its speech - and is already flying far to the ends of the earth and seas.
And you look after him, and then in a dream you see autumn in a kimono from the dawn, and behind her a kitsune fox
“I believe that escapism is one of the main functions of a fairy tale, and since I approve of all its functions, I naturally do not agree with the pitying and contemptuous tone in which the word “escapism” is often pronounced. Why, for example, should one despise a person who, once in prison, tries to get out of it at all costs, and if he fails, talks and thinks not about the guards and prison bars, but about something else? The outside world does not become any less real because the prisoner does not see it.”
Escapism is a multifaceted concept that takes on irreducible forms of dreams: from madness and conscious loneliness to narcotic illusions, artificial simulations and unbridled fantasy. Examples of each can be found in the literature. Here are some exemplary examples of escapism:
Philip K. Dick's The Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch (1964)
Daniel Keyes "The Many Minds of Billy Milligan" (1981)
Jean Baudrillard "Simulacra and Simulation" (1981)
Joris Karl Huysmans "On the contrary" (1884)