413 – “I wonder if anyone will ever be able to make sense of what ravages my head and heart every night, and untie these knots that I have so recklessly woven myself into.”




“When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

Juliet Capulet in William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet