At night I found myself upon a heath,
Thick with garbage and the dust of stars.
At night I found myself upon a heath,
Thick with garbage and the dust of stars.
“A psychologist doesn’t understand people: he’s a businessman who sells carnival costumes. There are no costumes, however, for the soul. No, there’s nothing more there than its poor twisted simplicity, turned inside out by a civilization still terrified by tigers — and hiding from them in cities.“
Viscount Emilio Lascano Tegui | On Elegance While Sleeping