“..It is not pleasant to experience decay, to find yourself exposed to the ravages of an almost daily rain, and to know that you are turning into something feeble, the more and more of you will blow from the first strong wind, making you less and less. Some people accumulate more emotional rust than others. Depression starts out insipid, fogs the days into a dull color, weakens ordinary action until their clear shapes are obscured by the effort they require, leaves you tired and bored and self-obsessed—but you can get through all that. Not happily, perhaps, but you can get through. No one has ever been able to define the collapse point that marks major depression, but when you get there, there’s not much mistaking it.”
— Andrew Solomon, The Noonday Demon: An atlas of Depression
“I am not
allowed to flinch
but the trembling
hasn’t stopped since
I was born.” — Hadara Bar-Nadav, from “Telephone Pole,” The New Nudity (via mirayama)
