EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Monday, April 27, 2020
TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER “Track”
2 A.M. moonlight. The train has stopped out in a field. Far off sparks of light from a town, flickering coldly on the horizon As when a man goes so deep into his dream he will never remember he was there when he returns again to his view Or when a person goes so deep into a sickness that his days all become some flickering sparks, a swarm feeble and cold on the horizon The train is entirely motionless 2 o’clock: strong moonlight, few stars