In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
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I’ve wanted to tell someone this for a long time:
I hate turning when I run, suicides are stupid.
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All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with ‘winning or losing this game of chess.
Marcel Duchamp
Marcel Duchamp
Only a shipwrecked person who has just escaped drowning could understand the psychology of someone who breaks out in laughter just because he is able to breathe.
The Woman in the Dunes Kobo Abe
The Woman in the Dunes Kobo Abe
Identifying aquatic insects for an assignment when I realize I had been living amidst carabidiae last summer. Things make sense and I feel uneasy.
