20:27
I remember my first birth in water. All round me a sulphurous transparency and my bones move as if made of rubber … . Ejected from a paradise of soundlessness, cathedrals wavering at the passage of a body, like soundless music. This Atlantide could be found again only at night, by the route of the dream. As soon as sleep covered the rigid new city, the rigidity of the new world, the heaviest portals slid open on smooth-oiled gongs and one entered the voicelessness of the dream. The terror and joy of murders accomplished in silence, in the silence of slidings and brushings. The blanket of water lying over all things stifling the voice …
Lost in the colors of the Atlantide, the colors running into each other without frontiers. Fishes made of velvet, of organdie with lace fangs, made of spangled taffeta, of silks and feathers and whiskers, with lacquered flanks and rock crystal eyes, fishes of withered leather with gooseberry eyes, eyes like the white of an egg. Flowers palpitating on stalks like sea-hearts. None of them feeling their own weight, the sea-horse moving like a feather …ANAÏS NIN
House of Incest
12:41
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
— FRANZ KAFKA to Milena Jesenska, 1921.
(Source: blackflowersofthesecondlayer, via vyr)
16:13"A hallucination is a fact, not an error; what is erroneous is a judgment based upon it."
