"I am the man who has most felt the stupefying confusion of his speech in its relations with thought. I am the man who has most accurately charted the moment of his most intimate, his most imperceptible lapses. I lose myself in my thought, actually, the way one dreams, the way one suddenly slips back into one’s thought. I am the man who knows the inmost recesses of loss."
— Antonin Artaud, The Nerve Meter
-
maxbatsyn liked this
-
erysimums liked this
-
invierrnito reblogged this from depressionparty
-
akratic reblogged this from depressionparty
-
lautan liked this
-
dianesalute reblogged this from depressionparty
-
kristinhosen liked this
-
culturalrot liked this
-
depressionparty posted this
