"I swear to you, gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness."

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground (via deaths-and-entrances)

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Grimes for SRC783 by Gen Kay

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Ralph Gibson: Untitled, San Francisco, 1962

"When the prosperous man on a dark but starlit night drives comfortably in his carriage and has the lanterns lighted, aye, then he is safe, he fears no difficulty, he carries his light with him, and it is not dark close around him. But precisely because he has the lanterns lighted, and has a strong light close to him, precisely for this reason, he cannot see the stars. For his lights obscure the stars, which the poor peasant, driving without lights, can see gloriously in the dark but starry night. So those deceived ones live in the temporal existence: either, occupied with the necessities of life, they are too busy to avail themselves of the view, or in their prosperity and good days they have, as it were, lanterns lighted, and close about them everything is so satisfactory, so pleasant, so comfortable — but the view is lacking, the prospect, the view of the stars."

- Kierkegaard (via onancientpaths)

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From Adventures In The Simple Life

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New terror I conceived at the steep plunge.

Gustave Doré, from Dante’s Inferno, by Dante Alighieri, New York, circa 1866.

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