"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)

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Beata Bieniak (via)

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"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)"

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Ingmar Bergman, Through a Glass Darkly, 1961

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"This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return."

— E. M. Cioran (via)