Status Updates From Weiße Nächte

“My nights ended with the morning. It was a dreadful day. The rain beat down on my windows cheerlessly; it was dark in the room, it was overcast outside. My head ached and was spinning; fever was stealing its way through my limbs.”

“I love him, but that will pass, it must pass, it cannot but pass; it’s already passing, I can sense it… Who knows, perhaps it will even end today, because I hate him”