In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of the car because the lights terrify me, and under the dark blind death of wheels I will be safe. I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not know who I am tonight. I wanted to walk until I dropped and not complete the inevitable circle of coming home.
Sylvia PlathThe future is what matters โ because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present โ like the White Queen who had to run like the wind to remain in the same spot.
Sylvia Plath