Eigengrau.

“I grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years.”
― Jean Paul Sarte, La Nausée

“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.”
― Franz Kafka

“Do not wait for the last judgment. It comes every day.”
― Albert Camus

“A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.”
― Franz Kafka