"there is one disadvantage to loneliness that is not as easy to recognize as the others. this disadvantage is that, due to constantly staying indoors, our bodies become so sensitive to external influences that we fall ill at the slightest draft. because of being perpetually withdrawn into our corner, our mental state becomes so sensitive that the most trivial events, words, and even mere gestures unsettle us, make us ill, or wound us. whereas someone who is constantly among crowds doesn't even take notice of these things."
in the feeble light of a candle, in the reflection it leaves on the wall, i see myself, blurred, a faint, flickering silhouette. who am i, i do not know, who i am, i cannot see. in the dark i could be anything, but in the light, what could i be, what might i not be, i do not know. a lost soul, a soul in a trembling light, one day the candle will go out, and then? one day the dawn will come, and what then?