1) “I can't talk to the walls: they're yelling at me. I can't talk to my wife: she only listens to the walls. I want someone to listen to me. And if I talk for a long time, then maybe I'll agree to something reasonable" Fahrenheit 451.
I liked this excerpt because it reflects the desire to be heard. The hero is hungry for understanding; he is alone, because even his beloved does not understand him. But he will not give up, even if he is not sure that he will achieve the desired result.
2) “And if all people thought more, they would be convinced that life is not worth taking care of so much…” Hero of our time.
A happy person will not think about life, he will enjoy it. And the person who is faced with difficulties will begin to think that being is not worthy of any effort or effort.
3) “Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers are necessarily children” We.
The people do not set themselves a framework and think about absurd and unreal things. They do not try to give their thoughts a certain meaning, but simply enjoy the flight of their imagination, which is often not enough for adults.
20:12. Rowley, why aren't you answering my calls?
22:51. That's it, we're going on a bike ride tomorrow. I should be out in the fresh air more often.
Bye, Diary.
Day 11.
Hello, Diary.
Today is Monday, November 14, 2068.
On the street +1, cloudy.
06: 21. The psychologist treating asked me to record my dreams.
This time I lived for 10 days, but all the time I just stood at the window and watched the surrounding people.
Every day, kids went to school or kindergarten, middle-aged people went to professional training institutions, and adults went to work.
A few hours later, schoolchildren came running. Some earlier, some later. The younger children were playing in the yard. Occasionally I saw people reading books in the square.
After lunch, elderly people went for a walk.
Then students from the EOPQ (the establishment of professional qualifications) stomped back, some of them in pairs, others in large groups. There were also “singles” that were most interesting to watch.
In the evening, the workers returned, tired but happy, because they can spend the rest of the day as they please. Most of them went to entertainment centers, others spent these minutes in virtual reality, and others paid attention to self-development.
I've always thought that the most interesting things happen most often when everyone is asleep. But in these 9 nights, I didn't find anything special.
Those loners sometimes walked to the convenience, but spending a lot of time if we bypassed all shops in search of the best price, and did not find such, come with empty hands or a packet of cigarettes. Occasionally there were noisy companies and the sound of roaring engines.
But in the dark, I usually looked at the life that was in the neighboring buildings. There I noticed workaholics, creative martyrs, responsible students, philosophers, and many others.
Everything was the same every day, except for the weather.
During that period spent in sleep, I liked one girl. She worked from home, probably as a web designer or Illustrator. She lived in the house opposite the mine, slept until lunch, and then went for a walk. A few hours later, I would come back and draw something on a graphic tablet in the square, and when the sun went down, I would pack my things and go home. She didn't sleep at night.
