Maris 🙆‍♀️

“My soul is so heavy that no thought can carry it any longer, no wing beat can lift it up into the ether any more. If it is moved, it merely skims along the ground, just as birds fly low when a thunderstorm is blowing up. Over my inner being broods an oppressiveness, an anxiety, that forebodes an earthquake.”

“My soul is so heavy that no thought can carry it any longer, no wing beat can lift it up into the ether any more. If it is moved, it merely skims along the ground, just as birds fly low when a thunderstorm is blowing up. Over my inner being broods an oppressiveness, an anxiety, that forebodes an earthquake.”

I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me who I am.

“To express the existential situation of modern man, one must live in exile of some sort.”

He passes a note, against the rules. Do you love me?  Yes or no.  Circle one.