In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer
Albert Camus
As I write thousands of texts and senseless letters and should concern myself about millions problems, I can't fall aslepp in delicious dreams painted in Turner's watercolours as I used to. My mind is tossed. I feel as I'm in a room with closed shutters to shut out the light. I want the sun!
Coffee, tobacco, sickening slop and petty mind - that's all that west civilization has endowed us with to get into our heads. Woe is me! Ugh..
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Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775 - 1851