l'esprit d'escalier

"I wish I wrote the way I thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening hunger I’d write to the point of suffocation I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing And I’d write about you a lot more than I should."

“I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought”

May, 20^th 2013 @ 06:16 / 21105 / Permalink →

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

May, 20^th 2013 @ 06:14 / 1634 / Permalink →

May, 17^th 2013 @ 19:27 / 1661 / Permalink →

The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artificially with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.

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