Hrayr Tchanan (16 - 02 - 1990 / Beyrouth)
(a short pause)
-where are we going?
-I don't know..(a pause) ..why are you coming with me?
-No idea..(a long pause) ..what was your name again?
(a tiny pause)
-just shut up! God!
(an extremely long pause)
The true meaning of life lies in the pauses
just like music
the melody is unbearable without pauses between notes.
And life becomes unlivable without pauses between thoughts.
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