My soul is in the middle of night confused and paralyzed.
Except its life is lived outside of it.
And it waits for the improbable dawn.
And I wait, I perish and I am bored,
and I, too, am within it or with it.
Cavafy
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Confusion My soul is in the middle of night confused and paralyzed. Except its life is lived outside of it. And it waits for the improbable dawn. And I wait, I perish and I am bored, and I, too, am within it or with it. Cavafy |