MOVED TO AERIZUSA.

I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe .

The finest thing in the world is knowing how to belong to oneself.

“I want to meet no one; I want to say nothing; I want to go down and rest in the black earth of silence.”

These October days are to me a little strained and surrounded with silence. What I mean by this last word I don't quite know, since I have never stopped "seeing" people—no, it's not physical silence; it's some inner loneliness-interesting to analyse if one could.

I also felt that she was holding herself together with a safety pin, was forcing herself to be clear, articulate, active—to keep moving, one step ahead of the sledgehammer of grief.

Ladies in the Park, 1850s