Status Updates From To the Lighthouse

"Зрештою, вже стояв вересень, середина вересня'.

“To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others. …it was thus that she felt herself; and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”