In school, they said we all live like this, just waiting for god to swallow us in one form or another

- Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers

““It would be hard to find a more imaginative
image, for some sort of utterly pure and disembodied
passion, than that red halo round the
unconscious figures on the hill; a flame feeding on
nothing and setting the very air on fire”

- G. K. Chesterton

“We must all wait together.
There is no way to know.”
- Jorie Graham

“there is no silence in the soundless world of death”

- Stefan Brecht

We shall probably not be quite dead when we die.
We were never anything all the way; not even soldiers.

- Kenneth Patchen

Our replacements arrive. They look
awfully like us. We keep being the last
to leave the beach. It is always the others
who die. There is no solution

because there is no problem.

- Michael Dumanis

godspeed in your search, but it is gone. sometimes, often, things we love just go away

“We lose track of everything, and of everyone, even ourselves. The facts of my father’s life are less known to me than those of the life of Hadrian. My own existence, if I had to write of it, would be reconstructed by me from externals, laboriously, as if it were the life of someone else”

“How pretentious
to be alive now.”

-Ben Lerner

“Existence must be asserted in the present if one does not want all life to be defined as an escape towards nothingness.” - Simone de Beauvoir

Shadows are many. Cheerless and hidden.
And dreams that drag past silent doors.
- Georg Heym, ‘Umbra Vitae’, Dark Souls vibe

Das letzte Gold verfallener Sterne
(The last Gold of fallen Stars)

- Georg Trakl

“All the way back, the gold light,
the hive smell — honey and smoke —
the box of bees.” - Kerry Hardie

I listen to money singing. It’s like looking down
From long french windows at a provincial town,
The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad
In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.

- Philip Larkin

Beetle Bailey sometimes wakes screaming in the night, and he could swear the full moon floating in the window is a single blunt tooth bearing down on him from God's infinitely dark mouth

yet every part of the machine
demands praise.

On the edge of a bricked and streeted sea
And a cold hill of stars.