You’re pretending, aren’t you?

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You’re pretending, aren’t you?
James Tate, Selected Poems
There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I did know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.
John Banville, The Sea. (via soracities)
Why do I feel like self destruction is the answer to every bad feeling I have? Any negative thoughts, go on...destroy yourself, you'll feel so much better.
Le petit soldat, Jean-Luc Godard, 1963
— Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Diarios.”
„The person who dances with you in the rain will most likely walk with you in the storm.“
“I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.” ― Vincent Van Gogh
I listened to an almost forgotten sound within myself as if my heart, long stopped, were calmly beginning to beat again. And awake now, I recognized one by one the imperceptible sounds of which the silence was made up: the figured bass of the birds, the sea's faint, brief sighs at the foot of the rocks, the vibration of the trees, the blind singing of the columns, the rustling of the wormwood plants, the furtive lizards. I heard that; I also listened to the happy torrents rising within me. It seemed to me that I had at last come to harbor, for a moment at least, and that henceforth that moment would be endless.
—Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays
I sometimes imagine myself in a place like this; sitting on a rock, listening to the sounds of the waves, drinking wine and waiting for a peaceful death....
Last night I dreamt of Franz Kafka, who pointed to his chest and said: ‘One has to sharpen the blade of emotion enough to reach the heart. Wherever pain leads the heart will follow.’
I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
I‘ve always been through shit alone and I think I should keep it that way.