Sometimes I think I am going mad. I live for days in the mystery and tears of things so that the commonest object, the most familiar face โ even my own โ become ghostly, unreal, enigmatic. I get into an attitude of almost total skepticism, nescience, solipsism even, in a world of dumb, sphinx-like things that cannot explain themselves. The discovery of how I am situated โ a sentient being on a globe in space overshadows me. I wish I were just nothing.
โ W.N.P Barbellion
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