Here is something to fight; and when I wake early I say to myself Fight, fight. If I could catch the feeling, I would; the feeling of the singing of the real world, as one is driven by loneliness and silence from the habitable world…
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 11 October 1929 (via proustitute)
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