Poor clowns of the absolute, we forget that we act out a tragedy to enliven the boredom of one spectator whose applause has never reached a mortal ear. Solitude weighs on God so much that he invented the saints as partners in dialogue.

I can stand up to God only by confronting him with another solitude. Without my solitude I would be nothing more than another clown.

- Emil Cioran

Nick Cave performing in Wings of Desire (1987), dir. Wim Wenders

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

— Henry David Thoreau

Tomrum's journey ends here

I hope you have appreciated what has been posted here throughout years.

Tomrum will remain a sensation, a feeling, no longer a telegram channel.

Thank you all, may the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face. And may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.


feel free to leave.

But then comes a time when forgetting isn't possible. And I do mean a particular time when no amount of dreaming, not then and maybe not ever, can change how naked and unimportant we become in our own eyes.

I feel like the so called bad guys are never totally bad. I guess it’s the closest thing I can do to reality: people act nice but nobody really is nice. We all have to balance that with something dark. How we balance it is what makes something interesting…My character in “La Haine,” he’s not bad, he’s unhappy and usually people are like that. Most of us are angry. Maybe one day I’ll play Buddha.

Laughing at the universe liberated my life. I escape its weight by laughing. I refuse any intellectual translations of this laughter, since my slavery would commence from that point on.

My heartbeat has reached the epitome of rottenness; It is no longer part of my heart. Time for the shadows to come and grab me by the brain. Dearest, I am asking you again: Just how far is the sky?

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.

The first 365 days of the year are always the hardest