— William Shakespeare - The Tempest (via draven1683)
I don’t want to be one of those troubled people that look past the fog to see what’s around them. I am wholly aware of my surroundings, of their beauty, advantages, and uniqueness. But the blues come even in Italy and this morning I found myself sitting in the car outside the gym for 45 minutes with the music on and curled up in a ball. It struck me like an arrow as I pulled into the parking spot: I wanted to be held. Touched. Petted. Coddled. Drawn into a warm embrace.
I never feel quite so alive as when it rains. When it rains, certainly, and when I am in Italy.
Courting, Richard Müller, Jugend magazine, 1914.
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