My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whet…”

“How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot?”

“With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as …”

“Seduti per terra parlarono - lui e Clarissa. Senza nessuno sforzo entravano e u…”