Do you know those times when you live from breakfast to dinner in a posh hotel in the mountains somewhere in the middle of the Europe and you don’t know what would fill the emptiness of your heart and soul, because you see everything as it was too late. And you can hear someone playing Mozart in the hotel foyer.
If only I had that deeper state of depression when you’re completely unable to eat anything! Maybe I can’t because I read Moby-Dick and there’s something so very positive in that book. Sometimes I feel like chasing a white whale. But I’ll make it. You’ll see…
(via endofmarch)
