“How heavy my mind is, filled with the past. Is there enough room for the world to penetrate? It must go somewhere, it cannot simply sit on the surface—”— Louise Glück, “Autumn” from Winter Recipes from the Collective
“How heavy my mind is, filled with the past. Is there enough room for the world to penetrate? It must go somewhere, it cannot simply sit on the surface—”— Louise Glück, “Autumn” from Winter Recipes from the Collective