jelena

“yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

“I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, and yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.”
― Frédéric Chopin

“I feel that from the very beginning life played a terrible conjurer’s trick on me. I lost faith in it. It seems to me that every moment now it is playing tricks on me. So that when I hear love I am not sure it is love, and when I hear gaiety I am not sure it is gaiety, and when I have eaten and loved and I am all warm from wine, I am not sure it is either love or food or wine, but a strange trick being played on me, an illusion, slippery and baffling and malicious, and a magician hangs behind me watching the ecstasy I feel at the things which happen so that I know deep down it is all fluid and escaping and may vanish at any moment. Don’t forget to write me a letter and tell me I was here, and I saw you, and loved you, and ate with you. It is all so evanescent and I love it so much, I love it as you love the change in the days.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 2: 1934-1939

“and even the trees we walked
under
seemed
less than
trees
and more like everything
else.”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense