MIND: Survival

The last six months have been a unique hell,
but that’s finished and I am fine now.

// Sylvia Plath

MIND: Interrogation

And are you in love? And are you happy? And do you sometimes write a poem? And have you had your hair cut? And have you met anybody of such beauty your eyes dance, as the waves danced?

// Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Quentin Bell

MIND: Fleeting

You know, once in a while you have a glimpse of complete happiness with someone you love fully for a brief while – 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