“and I will fall into nothingness.”
I’ve wasted part of my life in confusedly interpreting nothing at all, and the rest of it in writing these verses in prose for my incommunicable sensations, which is how I make the unknown universe mine.
Fernando Pessoa • The Book of Disquiet (Penguin Modern Classics)
“Nothing is more distressing than a thought that escapes itself, than ideas that fly off, that disappear hardly formed, already eroded by forgetfulness or precipitated into others that we no longer master.”
Cortney Cassidy • A soft manifesto
I continued in oblivion lost,
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
St. John Of The Cross • The Dark Night of the Soul by St. John Of The… | Poetry Foundation
As I come apart, remember less, know less, am less, my life isn’t flashing before me, it’s fading. I am a light out at sea. I am a star disappearing at dawn. I am trying to follow myself and I can’t. One thing is clear – whatever death is, it isn’t a continuation of self – myself – in the way I imagined my lived-life to be. Self seems like it’s a
... See moreJeanette Winterson • Night Side of the River
no—I will not give up nothingness father—I feel nothingness invade me