"I envied the people around me, hermetically sealed in their clothes and isolated from the tyranny of objects. They lived as prisoners under jackets and overcoats but nothing from the outside could terrorize and defeat them, nothing penetrated their wonderful prisons.
Between the world and me there was no separation. Everything that surrounded me invaded me from head to toe as if my skin had been a sieve. My attentiveness—distracted at that—to the things that surrounded me, was not a simple act of will. The world naturally stretched all its tentacles toward me; I was crisscrossed by the thousand arms of the hydra. In exasperation I was forced to observe that I was living in the world that I saw. There was nothing more to be done about it.” ~ Max Blecher, (1909-1938) “Occurrence in the Immediate Unreality”
Could this mofo write, or what!?!
Art piece by Gustave Courbet (1819-1877)