My loneliness...still comes over me sometimes...It's a liminal, lost sensation of having wandered wide, endless boulevards, among rows of orange trees, winter… — Marco Roth Copy Share Image
“Sleeping and waking, the notion of being lost, of having wandered out of the right life, kept turning up in different guises.… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
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