Šta trenutno čitate?

[medvjed23]

Čitam, ovih dana, Kafku, Davida Wassermana, Marka Tomaša, neke zakone, ugovore...

Cilj je biti obrazovan leš.

[Lavlje_srce]

Cilj je biti obrazovan leš.

Bitno je imati cilj. Btw, jesi li pročitao "Zašto se niste ubili" iliti "Čovjekova potraga za smislom" Viktora Frankla?

[medvjed23]

Cilj je biti obrazovan leš.

Bitno je imati cilj. Btw, jesi li pročitao "Zašto se niste ubili" iliti "Čovjekova potraga za smislom" Viktora Frankla?

Nisam. Ti, pretpostavljam, jesi? Kakvi su utisci?

[Lutka_sa_naslovne_strane]

Pocela 4 knjige. Nijedna ne drzi paznju.

[Lavlje_srce]

Bitno je imati cilj. Btw, jesi li pročitao "Zašto se niste ubili" iliti "Čovjekova potraga za smislom" Viktora Frankla?

Nisam. Ti, pretpostavljam, jesi? Kakvi su utisci?

Vrijedi čitanja, dostupna je u bibliotekama.

[Julia-Klara]

"Crvendac"
"Istanbul"
"Zovem se Crvena"

[immuno]

Orhan Pamuk

[Skin]

Čitam, ovih dana, Kafku, Davida Wassermana, Marka Tomaša, neke zakone, ugovore...

Cilj je biti obrazovan leš.

bolje nego biti ziv, a prazan :*

opet konsultujem deep work, na putu do posla
pred spavanje DFW a supposedly fun thing i'll never do again
(za njegove recenice potreban je svjez, jutarnji mozak tako da nije najsretnija kombinacija)

[medvjed23]

Šopi se slaže:

Hence, toward evening, when our powers of thought and judgment are relaxed — at the hour, as it were, of subjective darkness — the intellect becomes tired, easily confused, and unable to get at the bottom of things; and if, in that state, we meditate on matters of personal interest to ourselves, they soon assume a dangerous and terrifying aspect. This is mostly the case at night, when we are in bed; for then the mind is fully relaxed, and the power of judgment quite unequal to its duties; but imagination is still awake. Night gives a black look to everything, whatever it may be. This is why our thoughts, just before we go to sleep, or as we lie awake through the hours of the night, are usually such confusions and perversions of facts as dreams themselves; and when our thoughts at that time are concentrated upon our own concerns, they are generally as black and monstrous as possible. In the morning all such nightmares vanish like dreams; as the Spanish proverb has it, noche tinta, bianco el dia — the night is colored, the day is white.

But even toward nightfall, as soon as the candles are lit, the mind, like the eye, no longer sees things so clearly as by day; it is a time unsuited to serious meditation, especially on unpleasant subjects. The morning is the proper time for that — as indeed for all efforts without exception, whether mental or bodily. For the morning is the youth of the day, when everything is bright, fresh and easy of attainment; we feel strong then, and all our faculties are completely at our disposal. Do net shorten the morning by getting up late, or waste it in unworthy occupations or in talk; look upon it as the quintessence of life, as to a certain extent sacred. Evening is like old age: we are languid, talkative, silly. Each day is a little life; every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

[Skin]

šopi bi vjerovatno preporucio zapadno-istocni divan pred spavanje. i ja u biblioteku

[HAVANA]

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