1.12.2010

"I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue." - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.

1 comment:

Violeta said...

i hope you are not feeling like this