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Da Capo...

 My stomach is a knot pit—
I love you.
These twenty-four hours
I haven’t stopped thinking about you.
I’m terrified of you.
Everybody in my life reminds me how
unhappy I was with you.

Stomach overboard, anvil
ruptures water rushing
toward sea floor;
my lining is in tow,
plummeting cheeks howling in the wind
pull lips back to gritted teeth—

amor fati

breath

amor fati

amor fati

breath

amor fati

amor fati

amor fati

amor fati

amor fati

amor fati

breath






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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo