Sometimes I Think I Am Going Mad

Sometimes I think I am going mad. I live for days in the mystery and tears of things so that the commonest object, the most familiar face- even my own- become ghostly, unreal, enigmatic. I get into an attitude of almost total scepticism, nescience, solipsism, in a world of dumb, sphinx-like things that cannot explain themselves. The discovery of how I am situated- a sentient being on a globe in space overshadows me. I wish I were just nothing.
W.N.P.Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man

Photograph taken in Mangostfield, Bristol, May 2018.

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