Tag: cioran, emil-cioran, pessimism, reality

If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing it.Becoming: an agony without an ending.The older I grow, the less I enjoy performing my little Hamlet. The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death. If History had a goal, how lamentable would be the fate of those of us who have accomplished nothing!On the frontiers of the self: ‘What I have suffered, what I am suffering, no one will ever know, not even I’. Events – tumours of time.Man secretes disaster.The secret of my adaptation to life? – I’ve changed despairs the way I’ve changed shirts. Each day is a Rubicon in which I aspire to be drowned.

If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing it.Becoming: an agony without an ending.The older I grow, the less I enjoy performing my little Hamlet. The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death. If History had a goal, how lamentable would be the fate of those of us who have accomplished nothing!On the frontiers of the self: ‘What I have suffered, what I am suffering, no one will ever know, not even I’. Events – tumours of time.Man secretes disaster.The secret of my adaptation to life? – I’ve changed despairs the way I’ve changed shirts. Each day is a Rubicon in which I aspire to be drowned.