fisher-anguish

The pandemic of mental anguish that afflicts our time cannot be properly understood, or healed, if viewed as a private problem suffered by damaged individuals.

Thought:

“The night is false, sometimes the night is.

Sometimes I let myself be part of it, you see, I am a coward.

We let ourselves into the garden; how grandeur, how want. The lost soft supple abstract.”

Lisa Marie Basile | Nympholepsy

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