a rebours

Ich mach ein Lied aus Stille.
Ich mach ein Lied aus Licht.
So geh ich in den Winter.
Und so vergeh ich nicht.

Eva Strittmatter, Vor einem Winter

I make a song of silence.
I make a song of ray.
So I go into winter.
So I won't pass away.

Eva Strittmatter, Before a Winter


get a.head

And when that happens, I know it. A message saying so merely confirms a piece of news some secret vein had already received, severing from me an irreplaceable part of myself, letting it loose like a kite on a broken string.
Truman Capote, A Christmas Memory



time travels with broken gears

Even if I would have the chance to reset and restart anew the moment I walked towards you at the station
I would make the same mistakes.

Even if I'd have the knowledge I have now.

Not because I want to make them again. But I would be unable to take control and do otherwise.


all the freedom in one’s own possession

Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.

T. S. Eliot, East Coker

I set them free
every one of them
bit by bit they sent off
in all directions
is it your choice
or theirs


not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures
Are all I can feel.

...screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go

Robert Smith (The Cure), Pictures of You