I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
—
Edgar Allen Poe
dearest snow
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du weisst, ich werde zu alt dafür. für die blogs, für die poesie, für die
träume, eigentlich für alles, was früher wichtig war. die zeit vergeht
immer...
