I no longer think of you, every single day.

Nan Goldin

"O Rose, thou art sick.

The invisible worm

That flies in the night

In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy,

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy."

- The Sick Rose, William Blake.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

“…I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”
- Haruki Murakami.

She glimmers of diaphanous pink,
Of frothy black lace
Latched to her willowing frame,
Silently roaming the woods.

I erased it, and then I typed it again, I erased it, and I typed it again.
I'm going to post it and sign out, before I change my mind again.

It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.

Man Ray

My head is throbbing with pain as I write this. I cannot see the screen properly.
I am back from Panchgani, and I'm going to upload some photographs once this headache leaves me, which will hopefully be soon.

"I cannot be known
Better than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep
We together
Have made for my man's gleam
A better fate than for the common nights

Your eyes in which I travel
Have given to signs along the roads
A meaning alien to the earth

In your eyes who reveal to us
Our endless solitude

Are no longer what they thought themselves to be

You cannot be known
Better than I know you. "
- I Cannot Be Known, Paul Eluard

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

1-3: William Eggleston, 4-5: Hal Sear

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
- Invictus, William Ernest Henley

"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
-All That is Gold Does Not Glitter, J.R.R. Tolkien.