...a relapse into tortured half-sleep...

linda emerson

everything goes somewhere—and everything we do—nothing

ever disappears. But changes. (...)

The cells of our skin; our meetings,

our solitudes. Our eyes.

igoRjan Wojcik


 "killed the better part of her." by, Aleks Bartosik








pierre mornet





...he wills in despair to be himself.
What demonic madness — the thought 
that most infuriates him is that eternity 
could get the notion to deprive him of his misery.


CHRISTER KARLSTAD 


Albert Ràfols-Casamada









david hockney






otto dix






1. line - virginia woolf- 
2. line - jean valentine
3. line - kierkegaard
4. line . f. pessoa