memoryslandscape:

“I wanted to go on an immense journey, to travel night and day into the unknown until, forgetting my old self, I came into possession of a new self, one that I might have missed on my previous travels. But the first step was beyond me. I lay in bed, unable to move, pondering, as one does at my age, the ways of melancholy—how it seeps into the spirit, how it disincarnates the will, how it banishes the senses to the chill of twilight, how even the best and worst intentions wither in its keep. I kept staring at the ceiling, then suddenly felt a blast of cold air, and I was gone.”

— Mark Strand, from “When I Turned a Hundred,” Almost Invisible: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2012)

kaanbubelli:

rookiekid:

“I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.”

— Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World.
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