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Somewhere between falling in love and eternity, I forgot the color of her eyes. After three thousand years of longing, I finally realized that I cannot change the world. On the contrary, with each longing, the world changed me. Those nine and a half weeks that we were together meant more than all the wonders of the world combined with a pilgrimage to the seventh heaven. I felt this only when I rewatched it on 8 mm. Of course, I could have understood it earlier if I had wished to learn to read between the lines of the Divine Comedy, or if I had heeded the hints from Faust. I would have heard the sound of the music of myths and perceived the resonance of countless tragedies, where matter simply transitions from one form to another, but I desired to see something greater in this, grading it like a movie on a ten-point scale, based on my impression, pathetic morals, and the mood of the moment.
A striking portrait of a young woman with long, flowing hair, adorned with vibrant purple flowers featuring an eye motif. The background hints at a dreamy, colorful sky at dusk.
