First and last, man is alone.
He is born alone, and alone he dies
and alone he is while he lives, in his deepest self.
D.H. Lawrence, “Deeper than Love”
Reminds me of Rilke’s comment.
Insomniac passing anhypnic nights in writing, translation, music, mathematics, programming and whatever else captures my attention or alleviates agrypnia.
This consists mostly of quotations of things that stand out to me or reflect what's on my mind; occasionally I also post original, often more personal, content as well, which may be found under the "personal" tag. Anything posted under "translations" is also original work and may broadly be taken as personal as well as I seldom tackle a work that does not speak to or for me in some way.