MIND: Shuttered

Your days are numbered.
Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun.
If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.

The Emperor’s Handbook // Marcus Aurelius

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MIND: Floral

What Franz Kafka had to be so clear and simple about was that nothing is clear and simple. On his death bed he said of a vase of flowers that they were like him: simultaneously alive and dead. All demarcations are shimmeringly blurred. Some powerful sets of opposites absolutely do not, as Heraclitus said, cooperate. They fight. They tip over the balance of every certainty. We can, Kafka said, easily believe any truth and its negative at the same time.

Kafka and Existentialism // Guy Davenport

MIND: Devoured

My dear, find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

// Charles Bukowski