What’s done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don’t talk about it.

I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.

”In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep work covertly, preparing for their Spring.”

Emotional State

I am

Mood

Maybe the universe puzzles herself over theories about you.