EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Friday, January 4, 2019
Samuel Beckett from Molloy
the truly glorious weather would have gladdened any other heart than
mine. But I have no reason to be gladdened by the sun and I take good
care not to be. The Aegean, thirsting for heat and light, him I killed,
he killed himself, early on, in me.