"You're like a witness. You're the one who goes to the museum and looks at the paintings. I mean the paintings are there and you're in the museum too, near and far away at the same time. I'm a painting. Rocamadour is a painting. Etienne is a painting, this room is a painting. You think that you're in the room but you're not. You're looking at the room, you're not in the room."
— Julio Cortázar (via)
"I am kneeling before the white wall
I write my name
upon the water. I see the hours
passing like clouds. There is no
bottom. Neither abyss.
At my feet shadow draws back.
Who am I? Do you not know me?"
— Ernesto Mejía Sánchez, from "Vigils," trans. William Carlos Williams (via wood s lot)"
"This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return."
— E. M. Cioran (via)