With myself

By Hanz on March 22, 2014 — 1 min read

Dark wood
Dark wood

I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company. —Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

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