For every thought there is a womb holding it, nurturing it
For every wound there is a thought remembering it,
Furthering it
Going further insane
We are prone to decay
To betray our better instincts
By slipping into an abscess of infection
An abyss without affection
A mirror without reflection
We remember everything
"In every word, there is an abyss of space, every word is limitless." Gogol
"There are people who exist in this world not like entities but like the speckles or spots on something. " Gogol