“The unchained workers of decay were waiting in a dormant state for the necessary conditions to be established, as soon enough they would be, when they might recommence their interrupted struggle, that predetermined, merciless assault in the course of which they would dismantle whatever had been alive once and once only, reducing it into tiny insignificant pieces under the eternally silent cover of death.” DeathFateDecayCircle Of LifeDecomposition Book:The Melancholy of Resistance Source: The Melancholy of Resistance
“No one is harming you, you are fine, you sit in silence, alone in a desolate park after the rain, or in a cozy room abroad, before dawn or as darkness falls, and this self-pity ambushes and takes you by the rudest surprise, devouring and inevitable, because this is when you realize, without understanding it, that nothing exists.” DeathExistenceSolitudeExistentialismWaiting For GodotMeaninglessness Of Life Book:The World Goes On Source: The World Goes On