Some Stars From My Journals

“To detach yourself elegantly from the world; to give contour and grace to sadness; a solitude in style; a walk that gives cadence to memories; stepping towards the intangible; with the breath in the trembling margins of things; the past reborn in the overflow of fragrances; the smell, through which we conquer time; the contour of the invisible things; the forms of the immaterial; to deepen yourself in the intangible; to touch the world airborne by smell; aerial dialogue and gliding dissolution; to bathe in your own reflecting fragmentation […]”

— Emil Cioran, The Book Of Delusions (via prosetrose-blog)

Anna de Noailles, translated by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Dazzled, Precise,”

Tomona Matsukawa - Tonight, was I really with someone?, 2025 - Oil on canvas