Looking at "Saint Jerome Writing" of Caravaggio

Overwhelmed, however, does not decline in his search. Resigned the body to the ravages of time; resistant spirit, which is materialized by the pen as breath that is condensed by the cold flat of a glass.

Saint Jerome Writing - Caravaggio

The extended arm, moving away indifferent from the old man towards the skull (his own skull?), is a bridge as well as a mirror. The tail of a scorpion. Suspect, perhaps, the old man, the two deserted basins that on the other side of time observe him, because when he nails the sting inked he approaches his death.

There are no breezes under the ground. It does not breathe what is written. Without memories or reflections, two black eyes face their eternal blind night.