You see and, at the same time, lose your sight.

Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions, vol. 1, trans. by Rosmarie Waldrop + (via mythologyofblue)


"Why do you not do as I do? Letting
go of your thoughts
as though
they were
the cold ashes of a
dead fire?”

John Cage, “For A Speaker,” Silence: Lectures and Writings (Wesleyan University Press, 2011)

(Source: journalofanobody, via hermosanikita)


Between my sleeping and dreaming,
Between me and the one in me
Who I suppose I am,
A river flows without end.

Fernando Pessoa, “30 August 1933,” A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe (via heteroglossia)