Xi Cancri

“A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.”
― Emily Dickinson

“Bring me the sunset in a cup.”
― Emily Dickinson

“This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me”
― Emily Dickinson

“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within...By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.”
― Paul Auster, City of Glass