“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery–always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?”
Virginia woolf, from a letter written on december 28, 1932
Experiments for Better Living
“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery–always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?”
Virginia woolf, from a letter written on december 28, 1932