I am always filled with melancholy. It’s as if I see everything black. Everything wounds me deeply.
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Harilaos Stefanidis wr. c. April 1904
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I am always filled with melancholy. It’s as if I see everything black. Everything wounds me deeply.