he in his madness prays for storms, and dreams storms will bring him peace.
"I am caught in this burning scene. Pan’s hour, the faunal noon. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. Pain is far.”
— James Joyce, Ulysses (via
"What good were bright gods who only watched from afar while dark gods strove every moment to devour you?”
, Dreams of Gods and Monsters (via
"…and the last words written before going to sleep must be written to you, to make everything at the last moment, awake or asleep, take on a true meaning.”
— Franz Kafka, from
Letters To Felice