On revenge
“All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event – in the…
Conrad’s darkness
“I have never been able to find in any man’s book or any man’s talk anything…
Adam Phillips, In Writing
‪Adam Phillips: “Writing needn’t be a world domination project… but just the attempt to find enough…
Waste books and epigrams
“The excuses we make to ourselves when we want to do something are excellent material for…
Hannah Arendt and remembering thought
After listening to an episode of the On Being podcast, titled Thinking and Friendship in Dark…
The hope of none
In reading Austerlitz last night, I stumbled on the passage in which the relayed memories of…
Sponges, metamorphoses and psyche
After a morning during which I searched my ravaged memory for the concealed door to my…
Sebald’s sentences
I have spent the afternoon, as if in retreat from a world that does not welcome…
Thoughts on the Unnameable
Nothing to say except the weak and fading Malones of my imagination – skeletons only, caricatures, ghosts in some uncontrolled machine – still I must say something.
For to judge aright, one should esteem men because they are generous, not because they have…