MIND: Anonymity

I want to go to the mountains,
I want to go to the sea,
I want to go to a place where no one knows me,
I want to be lost among people who speak a language I donโ€™t understand at all.

Romaji Diary & Sad Toys // Takuboku Ishikawa

MIND: Fleeting

You know, once in a while you have a glimpse of complete happiness with someone you love fully for a brief while โ€“ and then it passes, and you are sad, yet afraid somehow that if you ever met again, the perfect illusion would be dispelled and the dream gone.

// Sylvia Plath

MIND: Horizons

Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. She did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive it to her, what shore it would carry her to, whether it was a longboat or a three-decked vessel, loaded with anguish or filled with happiness up to the portholes.

But each morning, when she awoke, she hoped it would arrive that day, and she would listen to every sound, spring to her feet, feel surprised that it had not come; then at sunset, always more sorrowful, she would wish the next day were already there.

Madame Bovary // Gustave Flaubert