The Procession

Various Interests and Inspirations
The Third of May 1808, (1814) by Francisco de Goya

The Third of May 1808, (1814) by Francisco de Goya

3 May. Completely indifferent and apathetic. A well gone dry, water at an unattainable depth and no certainty it is there. Nothing, nothing… What is there to tie me to a past or a future? The present is a phantom state for me; I don’t sit at the table but hover round it. Nothing, nothing. Emptiness, boredom, no, not boredom, merely emptiness, meaninglessness, weakness.

The diaries of Franz Kafka

               May 3rd 1915

People understand me so poorly that they don’t even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.

—Søren Kierkegaard 

(Source: thischarmlessgirl, via journalofanobody)

I’ve always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises. Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was, I’ve always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat. I was never convinced of what I believed in. I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through.

—Fernando Pessoa 

(Source: armsoreal, via herewithmyabsentfriend)

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 

(Source: liquidnight, via journalofanobody)

Ode Underwater 2007 by Kristamas Klousch

Ode Underwater 2007 by Kristamas Klousch

ophelia 2008 by Kristamas Klousch

ophelia 2008 by Kristamas Klousch

Demon 2010 by Kristamas Klousch

Demon 2010 by Kristamas Klousch