His impression was that he had been imprisoned in a shelter deep down in the underworld of his personality, listening and biding his time while insanity rushed like spring flood through the upper layer of his soul, roaring and crashing,… — Christer Kihlman Copy Share Image
... I feel tired to death, paralyzed by this mysteriously wasted life's stubborn concentration on hopelessness and dissolution. It occurs to me that if I lie still like this for long enough, then I'll be dead when I finally wake… — Christer Kihlman Copy Share Image
His impression was that he had been imprisoned in a shelter deep down in the underworld of his personality, listening and biding his time… — Christer Kihlman Copy Share Image
... love was an illusion which civilization had produced to give a little order to the frequency of the sex act. — Christer Kihlman Copy Share Image
... I feel tired to death, paralyzed by this mysteriously wasted life's stubborn concentration on hopelessness and dissolution. It occurs to me that if… — Christer Kihlman Copy Share Image
