“You all know the fierce melancholy that overcomes us at the memory of happy times. How irrevocably these have fled, and we find ourselves separated from them by something even more pitiless than vast distances. In the afterglow, too, these images appear even more enticing; we think of them as we do of a dead lover's body, buried deep in the ground, now appearing before us like a mirage…”
— Aug 13, 2025 06:05PM
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