Written Expression And Inspiration

british romanticism: i went into the woods and i found a beautiful woman, but she wasn’t really a woman, she was my Muse and the woods is my mind

If you were scared to go to bed at night because of a horror movie then fiction has an effect on reality.

“She stood there: she listened. She heard the names of the stars.”

“The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.”

““Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.””

“In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference.”

“The night was as black as the inside of a cat.  It was the kind of night, you could believe, on which the gods moved men as though they were pawns on the chessboard of fate.  In the middle of the elemental storm a fire gleamed among the dripping furze bushes like the madness in a weasel’s eye.  It illuminated three hunched figures.  As the cauldron bubbled an eldritch voice shrieked:  ‘When shall we three meet again?’ There was a pause. Finally another voice said in far more ordinary tones:  ‘Well I can do next Tuesday.’”

clear glass softened in the sea

Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.