what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
what-ever-comes-to-mind: “This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.” — Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being
