and then our exile

aik khaab hai
aik khushbu hai (n. f. a. khan)

what descartes needed was a good patai and a day of hard labour. (m.iqbal)

...witticisms flowed out of my mouth; everybody laughed, admired me - but i left, yes, the dash ought to be as long as the radii of the earth's orbit --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- and wanted to shoot myself. (kierkegaard)

let no man speak of justice
from faraway civilized watchtowers of apathy
yet committing heresies (p.pasha)

a sensible, reflecting age, devoid of passion, flaring up in superficial, short-lived enthusiasm and prudentially relaxing in indolence...it lets everything remain but subtly drains the meaning out of it; rather than culminating in an uprising, it...lets everything remain and yet has transformed the whole of existence into an equivocation...the established order continues to stand, but since it is equivocal and ambiguous, passionless reflection is reassured. we do not want to abolish the monarchy, by no means, but if little by little we could get it transformed into make-believe, we would gladly shout 'hurrah for the king!' ... we are willing to keep christian terminology but privately know nothing decisive is supposed to be meant by it. (kierkegaard)

one two three

mist which is no mist, collecting in the trees. the whiteness of being, air opaque, filmy gauze between subject and object.

and wake up in the shivering cold