Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I was moving in a narrow range between busy distractedness and a pervasive sadness whose granules seemed to enter each cell, weighing it down... I ghosted between islands of anxiety... a fatigue that dulled my zest, decanted it. Sorrow felt like a marble coat I couldn’t shed. ”
Diane Ackerman
From : One Hundred Names for Love – A Memoir
