Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.
All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.
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