The earth is not my home, I’m just passing by — Tom Waits
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.”—Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenska, 1921
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.
- Charles Bukowski
Remembering is only a new form of suffering. - Charles Baudelaire