ofdisquiet
- The part of us that despises its surroundings and plunges deepest into the forests within us does not take the same paths when it rains...10:44 AM Apr 9th, 2008 from web
- When one reads of wars and revolutions--there's always one or the other going on--one feels not horror but boredom.10:36 AM Apr 9th, 2008 from web
- Reading the newspapers, always painful from an aesthetic point of view, is often morally painful too.10:36 AM Apr 9th, 2008 from web
- I sometimes think that I enjoy suffering. But the truth is I would prefer something else.7:16 PM Mar 13th, 2008 from web
- I understood then that only someone lacking all aesthetic sense could possibly love me and if they did, I would despise them for it.7:15 PM Mar 13th, 2008 from web
- No one likes us when we've slept badly. The sleep we missed carried off with it whatever it was that made us human.7:13 PM Mar 13th, 2008 from web
- If what I leave written in the visitors' book is one day read by others and entertains them on their journey, that's fine.8:20 PM Mar 10th, 2008 from web
- For me life is an inn where I must stay until the carriage from the abyss calls to collect me.8:19 PM Mar 10th, 2008 from web
- The rain stops but lingers a moment longer in a cloud of tiny diamonds like crumbs shaken off a great blue tablecloth somewhere up above.8:18 PM Mar 10th, 2008 from web
- I wonder how many people have contemplated as it deserves to be contemplated a deserted street with people in it.10:18 PM Mar 4th, 2008 from web
- I'm like a playing card that belongs to some ancient and unknown suit, the only remnant of a lost pack.10:17 PM Mar 4th, 2008 from web
- Without understanding how or why, a landscape of wild ducks gradually spreads through my imagination...6:02 PM Feb 22nd, 2008 from web
- The label that best defines my spirit today is that of creator of indifferences.9:41 PM Aug 9th, 2007 from web
- If only our life were one long standing at the window, if only we could just stay there, like an unmoving curl of smoke...9:40 PM Aug 9th, 2007 from web
- In the east rises the blonde light of the golden moon. The swathe it cuts across the wide river makes serpents on the sea.6:54 PM Jul 27th, 2007 from web
- I am like someone distractedly looking for something which he sought in dreams, having since forgotten what exactly it was.6:52 PM Jul 27th, 2007 from web
- by night I am myself.7:04 PM Jul 20th, 2007 from web
- by day they are full of meaningless bustle and by night full of an equally meaningless lack of bustle. By day I am nothing,7:04 PM Jul 20th, 2007 from web
- the noisy bustle that fills it during the day....The life I drag around with me until night falls is not dissimilar to that of the streets..7:03 PM Jul 20th, 2007 from web
- In these lingering summer evenings, I love the quiet in this the commercial part of town, all the more because it's such a contrast with...7:01 PM Jul 20th, 2007 from web
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