“life is a question of nerves… in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams... a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… it is on things like these that our lives depend.” 207
— Mar 12, 2026 09:48PM
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