A wild longing for
strong emotions and sensations seethes in me,
a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life.
I have a mad impulse to smash something, … 21 more words
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I had experienced similar hours in the past. During such periods of despair it seemed to me as if I, a lost pilgrim, had reached the extreme edge of the world, and there was nothing left for me to do but to satisfy my last desire: to let myself fall from the edge of the world into the void–to death.