"I cannot believe in a paradise Glorious, undefiled, For gates all scrolled and streets of gold Are tales for a dreaming child. I am too lost for shame That it moves me unto mirth, But I can vision a Hell of flame For I have lived on earth." -RE Howard
Abandoned mental asylum cafeteria
“To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? ...For to wish for a hand on one's hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again.” ― Marilynne Robinson
