Wednesday, May 28

Murphy of the clods of mud

Anais Nin, her of the floatiness of her femininity sums up the fastest half year that has ever gone by.

"I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing."

And what I find both disturbing and affirmatively reassuring - "Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them."

Here's to mental stability.

1 comment:

100hands said...

Exactly what I am going through, hence creating what might be the best I have done till date. x