ackroyd-tenebrosus

March 7, 2025

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This mundus tenebrosus, this shaddowy world of Mankind, is sunk into Night; there is not a Field without its Spirits, nor a City without its Daemons, and the Lunaticks speak Prophesies while the Wise men fall into the Pitte.

Thought:

“There were absences in my life which were a comfort, then there was a presence that ruined me.“

Robert Pinget

Christian Molenaar

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  • Yeah, There Was Always Going to Be a June 5, 1968
  • Dogs Are All the Time Licking My Hand
  • Should He Remember?
  • Blooming