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eternal devotion.
I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.
-Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
death is the mother of beauty
Bellona (detail), Rembrandt, 1633
Gabriel Ferrier, Moonlit Dreams
The Entombment (detail) by Peter Paul Rubens, ca.1612.
The Death of Dido (detail) Follower of Guercino
"When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind."
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I don’t have time to hate anyone, I’ll just forget about you.
An excerpt from ‘Etcetera,’ by E.E. Cummings
Artist: Aitor Frías & Cecilia Jiménez.
𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
I am afraid to own a Body — I am afraid to own a Soul — Profound - precarious Property - Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at pleasure Upon an unsuspecting Heir - Duke in a moment of Deathlessness And God, for a Frontier.
— I am afraid to own a Body, Emily Dickinson