I can see where
creation often
stops while the
body still lives
and often
does not care
to.

The death of life
before life
dies.
I can see where
creation often
stops while the
body still lives
and often
does not care
to.

the death of life
before life
dies.

Emil M. Cioran

Living in the deep woods is no escape. The trees become mirrors and only your voice answers back.

The most remarkable thing about him was his eyes. Deeply sunk, they blazed with a steady fire of fanaticism. They never twitched. His eyelids seemed paralysed.

Wilhelm Kotarbiński ( 1848 – 1921, Polish)-Suicide’s grave.

Emil M. Cioran, from On the Heights of Despair.

They have the best of it; they keep in the shadow, while on him alone falls, with the light, all the shame of having a face.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (1910)