As I Lie

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part – yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.

create Faust, Part One  | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 

camera_alt Sleeping Man | Roma-Naples Express | Brassaï | 1955

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