Exquisite loneliness
Bound of mine own caprice
I fly on the wings of an unknown chord
That ye hear not,
Can not discern
My music is weird and untamed
Barbarous, wild, extreme,
I fly on the note that ye hear not
On the chord that ye can not dream.

— Ezra Pound, from “Anima Sola,” Collected Early Poems

René Groebli. Tanz mit Zigarette. London, 1953

A man has already lost a good deal when he can no longer feel any moral indignation at the reprehensible actions daily perpetrated in his circle.

—Nietzsche's letter to Freiherr Karl Von Gersdorff (May, 1865)

Soviet scientist Yuri Knorozov and his cat Aspid

Unreconciled
Michel Houellebecq

A group of stars bound together by gravity

David B.

there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than too late

Christiane F.
Hamburg 1980

Emil Cioran

Brutalism and Saints