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"And that is how I ended up staying up this Friday against my intention to go to bed early, because it is important to capture moments like these, these sudden mood swings, rather than lose them while sleeping. I had lost all perspective; I was wandering in a desperate purgatory (with a gray man in a gray boat on a gray river: an apathetic Charon swaying on an inert and phlegmatic Styx... and a whiny Baby Jesus throwing a tantrum on the train...). The orange sun was a flat disk stuck to a harsh and smoky sky. Hell was the Grand Central Subway on a Sunday morning. And I was condemned to burn in the ice, cold and numb, tossing and turning, emptied of feelings, in the crystalline, neutral, passive voids."
Sylva Plath
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