Matt

“The time of appearances is truly over. We're only souls now.”
― May Leitz, Fluids

“Fields of opium poppies surrounded the infrequent villages shining their fresh green leaves against the storm-inked sky.
Purple lightning danced on the horizon. It had rained here
already, and out in the desert we could smell the aromatic camel-thorn as if it was on fire. Yellow lupins mingled with big clumps of mauve and white iris. Kariz itself was
pervaded by an overpowering scent, as sweet as bean-
flowers, but more languid, more poetic. I walked out to try and place it. The opium flowers called me, glowing in the dusk like lamps of ice.”
― Robert Byron, The Road to Oxiana

“When you are spoken of, it begins with recounting your death, before going back to explain it. Isn’t it peculiar how this final gesture inverts your biography?”
― Edouard Levé, Suicide

“Nun, ich pflege Fragen dadurch zu lösen, daß ich mich von ihnen auffressen lasse”
― Franz Kafka