and now he began to see

for the first time the unbelievable magnitude of what man, when he gained power to understand and rule the world in terms of dialectic truths, had lost. he had built empires of scientific capability to manipulate the phenomena of nature into enormous manifestations of his own dreams of power and wealth - but for this he had exchanged an empire of understanding of equal magnitude: an understanding of what it is to be a part of the world, and not an enemy of it.


the fisherman and his soul

what men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but the body of the soul.


here's step thirteen

everything disappears. love, trees, rocks, steel, plastic, human beings... none of us get out alive. now, you can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time, or you can be grateful that when your body rubs against somebody else's it explodes with enough pleasure to make you forget even for a minute that you're a walking pile of ashes.

now that is the truth. if you're strong enough, it'll make you free.


writing about yourself

in eighty thousand words or thereabouts is like cleaning the garage. you're writing about your life and you go in and you think, god, look at the mess of it, and you start going through it and you realise there's so much junk you don't need anymore. and every now and again you find something that breaks your heart and makes you remember things, and then you find stuff that you wish you never bought ... and there are spiders.


кръгозори надвесени

странно е как дъждът променя всичко
заспивам нощем
и се събуждам сутрин
с еднакво настроение
никога не ми се е случвало

нямам вече собствени мисли
и чужди нямам назаем
само дъжд по прозореца и навън
и навсякъде