woolf-smoke

September 7, 2024

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When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness — I am nothing.

Thought:

“I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.”

Stanisław Lem

Christian Molenaar

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