“This is why people touch. Sometimes words are just not enough.”
— Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
The Last Days of Pompeii (James Hamilton, 1864)
Clement Auguste Andrieux
Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "Excursion"
[Text ID: I am a tourist / in my own life, / gazing at the exotic shapes / of flowers / as if someone else / had planted them;"]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't know what it's like
to not have deep emotions.
Even when I feel nothing,
I feel it completely
Sylvia Plath
Anna Karenina -Lev Tolstoy