I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries
And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.
Franz Wright, from “Night Walk”
In the mood for some self-destruction.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.