long without longings…

January 6, 2020

Year after year of dirty snow and bitter winds…houses and whole districts of people who aren’t really unhappy, but worse, who are neither happy nor unhappy; people who are ugly because they’re neither ugly nor beautiful; creatures that are dismally neutral, who long without longings as though they’re unconscious, unconsciously suffering from being alive. But I was aware of the sickness of life. Perhaps because I’m more intelligent, or just the opposite, less intelligent, not so wise, not so resigned, not so patient. Is that a fault or a virtue?

Eugene Ionesco
The Killer


January 6, 2020

A forest in autumn taught me the secret of all secrets.
Complete surrender, death, and rebirth.

Anna de Noailles
A Forest In Autumn
trans. Jethro Bithell