And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.
Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence
In my flowery dreams there’s always you. I do not regret it one bit.
Alfred De Musset, Complete Writing
We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.
I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing.
Henry Miller, from Tropic of Cancer (Obelisk Press, 1934)
Almost impossible to sleep; plagued by dreams, as if they were being scratched on me, on a stubborn material.