No matter how much sunlight and fresh air she lets in, there’s always this dark little pocket of lingering night which she has to uncover.
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No matter how much sunlight and fresh air she lets in, there’s always this dark little pocket of lingering night which she has to uncover.
“A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body. As for me my only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart.”
Peter Ackroyd | The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde