“What a born melancholic I am! I feel that I’m sinking down, down. And as usual I feel that if I sink further I shall reach the truth. That is the only mitigation; a kind of nobility. Solemnity.”
- Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. June 1929
Letras descompuestas. Historias que me forman. Disfrutando la busqueda de Circe, esperando que sea eterna.
I have to tell you something, I said, I’m not going to lie, I have to tell you I have this god-shaped hole in my heart, and I think you do ...
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