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I only exist in those brief moments of literary creation. Do not look for me elsewhere: I have no body outside of these words.

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I did not come into this world to be comforted. I came, like red bird, to sing.

Mary Oliver, I Will Try

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Nicola Samorì (Italian, b. 1977, Forli, Emilia-Romagna, Italy, based Bagnacavallo, Province of Ravenna, Italy) - Cunea (detail), 2018, Sculpture: Black Carrara Marble

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Sanctificum, Chris Abani

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The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe, Prince Prospero confronting the “Red Death” illustrated by Arthur Rackham, 1935

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‘Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos’ by Pavel Ignatyev

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Nicola Samori

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Via

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“Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.”

— William Shakespeare, Richard II, Act III Scene II (via mirroir)

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Illustration for Jugend Magazine, November 1896.

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July 5th, 1920

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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by Lucien Lévy-Dhurmer