(Source: fellhammer)
(Source: fellhammer)
by Gustavo Marx
(Source: weissesrauschen)
I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. I. The body lives by itself once it has begun. But thought — I am the one who continues it, unrolls it. I exist. How serpentine is this feeling of existing — I unwind it, slowly…If I could keep myself from thinking! I think I don’t want to think. I mustn’t think that I don’t want to think. Because that’s still a thought. Will there ever be an end to it? My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think…and I can’t stop myself from thinking.
(Source: sisyphean-revolt)