“The fatigue I've gathered year after year and stored inside now heaves a muted cry of helplessness. Nothing but fatigue, rounding my shoulders, heavier than ever on this late autumn day with a useless sun, a world of unforgiving disasters.… — Emil Dorian Copy Share Image
“Strong people alone know how to organize their suffering so as to bear only the most necessary pain.” — Emil Dorian Copy Share Image
“The garden has wrapped itself in autumn haze. An unusual autumn, lacking that thrill of vegetal warmth when the sap is still alive and… — Emil Dorian Copy Share Image
“I stopped in front of a florist's window. Behind me, the screeching and throbbing boulevard vanished. Gone, too, were the voices of newspaper vendors… — Emil Dorian Copy Share Image
“The fatigue I've gathered year after year and stored inside now heaves a muted cry of helplessness. Nothing but fatigue, rounding my shoulders, heavier… — Emil Dorian Copy Share Image
