— Franz Kafka, from Diaries (via kafkaesque-world)
snippets of conversations with my brother
me: (complaining aloud to no one in particular)
S: Can you not tell me how miserable your life is?
me: Why? Does my misery encroach upon your happiness?
—Debussy: Pelleas et Melisande - Suite: Acte V: Une Chambre Dans Le Château
'I grew up realizing and believing there's no difference between fantasy and reality. I always believed that my fantasies were stored pieces of information.'
Henry Peters Gray by Henry Colton Shumway. Watercolor on ivory, 1842.