"It Would Be Grander, It Would Be More Proper, If I Quite Simply Placed Myself At The Disposal Of Fate,

"It would be grander, it would be more proper, if I quite simply placed myself at the disposal of fate, making no claims. But I can not; it’s the only thing I can’t do."

-Hermann Hesse, Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair.-

(Artwork by Thomas Alen Kopera.)

I shall stand on my own

as your words that I cannot forget

hung on the hooks of my memory.

I shall stand, stand I shall,

and spin away your words

of salt and of injury

Into indifference, into oblivion

and be shaped and reshaped

by my own conquering voice.

I shall stand. Stand I did.

@kafkaesquebibliomaniac

(Artwork Self-portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle by Arnold Bocklîn.)

"I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena-

(Artworks by Kim Young Hun.)

From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.

My current read.

It's beautiful when passages from a book seem to speak with you as a person behind your role as a reader. You don't have to necessarily relate to the mood or the feeling it gives, sometimes you strongly do and often times, for me, it's just genuine to experience that fleeing sense of being understood.

From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.

Charles Darnay is probably becoming my favourite character so far in the story.

(Artwork Lesley Oldaker.)

"This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself."

-Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus.-

(Artwork The Red Cloud by David De Las Hera.)

One of the most influential books I have read in my life. Almost disturbing but thoroughly reassuring as well. Man's struggle between meaning and absurd, between suffering and redemption, between the self and the non-self; what does it take? How is one supposed to carry on living a life of contrast, of contradiction, things working for and against at the same time? On the face of the essential absurdity of life, what should a man do, understand and think? The book is by all means an embodiment of existentiel crisis, an anxiety attack, (a bit tedious) but it also gives the reassurance, the quiet that follows. It tells you things you don't know, things you already know, things you heard of but it's more articulate, eloquent, cohesive, and synchronized. Camus is one of the best.