Pierrette Bloch Ohne Titel, 1975 Tusche Auf Papier, 75 X 57 Cm Courtesy Galerie Greve, Köln, Paris,

“There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own Soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”

— C.G. Jung (via syntheticphilosophy)

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"I'll love you till the ocean

   Is folded and hung up to dry

And the seven stars go squawking

   Like geese about the sky.

"The years shall run like rabbits,

   For in my arms I hold

The Flower of the Ages,

   And the first love of the world."

"O let not Time deceive you,

You cannot conquer Time"

..."In headaches and in worry

Vaguely life leaks away,

And Time will have his fancy

To-morrow or to-day"

-W.H Auden

I am not a static being

Fuck off! Your heart is blind Your eyes are staring at the shadows of your own cave You're holding onto a loop, a loop I don't belong. Please go back to that road Cause my guts hate when you're cut by half Go back to the shitty colors, there where mine don't fit. Cause after all, you've never been here, you're still a stranger. I am to you, a stranger too. You don't know me, you don't know me at all. I'm not leaving. I'm untangling.

On behalf of hope

Sitting in the big auditorium, feeling like I don't deserve any of this, feeling like I'm just a spy, trying hard to taste the triumph. For a moment I just played my part so well, that I almost believed It. I felt part of these people who really try, who give it all for a conviction, who apparently work daily to fulfill these random dreams, of holding this cardboard and make a place for themselves in the world.

For a second, I abandoned myself to the idea of greatness, suddenly simple things seemed so unfulfilling, this hunger for more appeared, to do more, to earn more. Ideas revolved in my head as this old man gave those speeches about virtue. Maybe I want this, endless days of suffering and modern slavery so I can say that after all, I'm not a waste of space and time. Suddenly I imagined myself in the same spot, giving speeches of virtue as well. These little voices in my head saying "Maybe it is worth the try".