Quiet is Violent.
"Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton".
My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.
Fyodor Dostoevsky (via
Drive by Warpaint
…why does one day
cling to another? Why does a night’s blackness
drain into the mouth? Why the dead?
There’s No Forgetting (Sonata)