resistance in the materials iv

妙な甘えでもう誰も失いたくない
逢って答えをそっと確かめたいけど
触れ合いに逃避するのは禁止　戸惑いつつも変えているんだ

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'Young people these days expect love to be effortless. Expect to be overcome by feeling.' He coughed violently.

Stefan hazarded a glimpse at his watch. The last train would leave in 15 minutes, but he knew interrupting the old man would only mean a longer lecture.

'They think it's something that just happens to you and carries you along, like a tsunami or natural disaster... Naive!!! They kiss each other and wonder why it doesn't feel the way it looks on TV. Something must be wrong. We must be not right for each other.' He chuckled softly to himself, blackened lungs crepitating like cheap plastic.

'You young people believe in magic, but you don't understand hard work. You think art is all inspiration. Do you know how many hours it takes to paint a frame like this? Do you think I was in love, infatuated with each wrong stroke and scribble. Do you think this would exist if I were satisfied with just doodling alone in a room. This movie, if by some miracle, if it makes it to the screen, and makes the viewer feel a little bit of magic - do you think they suspect what labour, what sacrifice and suffering was necessary to create it? Of course not. What makes the art difficult is that it has to reveal truth in a way that conceals itself. The viewer musn't think of the different shades of green in this tree, or the protractor used to calculate the angle of the light's rays. She must simply see it as a tree, accept unquestioningly that it is a clear and cloudless summer day. Only then can she experience it as magic. Your movies and music all sell you the expectation that a single spark is all you need and the rest is fate. The truth is that you need that spark, and then the discipline and tenacity and courage and lunacy to cultivate that kernel into something beautiful.'