{But, All This While, I Was Giving Myself Very Unnecessary Alarm. Providence Had Mediated Better Things

{But, all this while, I was giving myself very unnecessary alarm. Providence had mediated better things for me than I could possibly imagine for myself.}

-Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter-

"Yours

(Now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)."

{Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena}

(artwork by James Coates).

"I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves."

-Hermann Hesse, Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair.-

(Artwork by Eliran Kantor.)

"So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, am fluent in silence."

-Rob Arnold-

(Artwork by Anne Magill.)

"In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena-

(Artwork by Alisher Kush)

"Another December without you. The weather has changed for the worst. The sun has taken the attitude, or in fact, submitted itself to the attitude of a bashful obedient maid. The winds blow constantly, some times roughly and other times faintly but they're cold and unmerciful. The moon has been abducted, put apart in exile. The fogs hung above like ripped postcards on a broken table; they have no story to tell. The mornings wheel about without romance and the nights are set on a purpose to wreak loneliness and sorrow. It's another December without you my darling, will you come, appear and save me, won't you?"

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(Artwork: A Sense of Someone by Anne Magill.)