De toute beauté

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis   (via mercurieux)

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What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

Tennessee Williams, from “Person-To-Person,” in New Selected Essays: Where I Live, ed. John S. Bak (New Directions, 2009)  (via apoetreflects)

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It is a lonely idea, a lonely condition, so terrifying to think of that we usually don’t. And so we talk to each other, write and wire each other, call each other short and long distance across land and sea, clasp hands with each other at meeting and at parting, fight each other and even destroy each other because of this always somewhat thwarted effort to break through walls to each other. As a character in a play once said, ‘We’re all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins.’