Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher’s the poet’s equal there.
Emil Cioran
2024
Category: landscape
So it is that after each night, facing a new day, the impossible necessity of dealing with it fills us with dread; exiled in light as if the world had just started, inventing the sun, we flee from tears—just one of which would be enough to wash us out of time.
Emil Cioran
2024
Reality is a creation of our excesses.
Emil Cioran
Knowledge is the plague of life, and consciousness, an open wound in its heart.
Emil Cioran
Parallel Aesthetics 