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"The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth."

Georges Bataille

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"I rush towards being alone as the rivers rush towards the sea."

Franz Kafka

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The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.

Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

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waging a war against God all by yourself, beautiful?

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"The blood jet is poetry, There is no stopping it"

Ariel, Sylvia Plath

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"Didn’t you wake up feeling that you had no future? Didn’t you walk around drained of all meaning, without the right to even the slightest danger? Didn’t you have to promise, a hundred times, not to die?"

Selected Poetry, Rainer Maria Rilke

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"Inconceivable that the chest can expand and contract sufficiently to breathe this air, inconceivable that one can be so far from you."

Letters, 1920, Franz Kafka

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“Who among us does not spend the greater part of his life in the shadow of an event that has not yet taken place?”

Robert Musil (Diaries, tr. Payne)

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"Then suddenly you're left all alone with your body that can't love you and your will that can't save you."

Rilke's Book of Hours

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"A film about Palestine in the afternoon."

Diaries, 23 October, Franz Kafka

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"I love you enough to rid myself of anything that might trouble you."

1914, Franz Kafka

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"At one point I had to stop reading, sit down on the sofa, and weep. It’s years since I wept."

Diaries, Franz Kafka

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"I have seldom, very seldom crossed this borderland between loneliness and fellowship, I have even been settled there longer than in loneliness itself."

Diaries, Franz Kafka

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"I don't need any proofs for you; there is nothing in my mind as clear and certain as you."

Letters, 1920, Franz Kafka

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"How this possible life flashes before my eyes in colors of steel, with spanning rods of steel and airy darkness between!"

Diaries, Franz Kafka