In the world of the
dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the
moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with
action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match
the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight
into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of
remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.
-Anais Nin
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