hiroportamiindietro

If i were thinking clearly, i would tell you, that i wrestle alone, in the dark, in the deep dark, and that only i can know, only i can understand, my own condition. You live with the threat, you tell me, you live with the threat of my extinction...i live with it too. This is my right. It is the right of every human being. I choose not to suffocate in anaesthethic of the suburbs but the violent jolt of the capital. That is my choice. The meanest patient, even the very lowest, is allowed some say in the matter of her own description. Thereby she defines her own humanity. I wish, i could say, for your sake, i could be happy in this quietness. But if it is a choice between Richmond and death, i choose DEATH. - Virginia Woolf, from THE HOURS by Michael Cunningham