15 Ağustos 2018, Çarşamba
saat: 19:49
Adverse moments are not moments of discouragement, they are moments of endurance, sometimes of agonizing search, or sometimes a sarcastic defense. This is not the dead end; the dead end, still worse, is the consciousness of a standstill.
"The situation around me is unhealthy -damned, I should say - in this morass of souls and bodies to which Greece has been reduced. You think indeed that in times everything is spinning incoherently. They insult, yell, are scurrilous with constantly accelerating frenzy, and yet there's no end to it. The distance from here to the point where you won't be able to keep your sanity is minimal. A strange psychology is created within you, to hold on to whatever is alive -a body, a kitten, a tender shoot, anything, in short, tat has a throb of truth. You feel an unrestrained desire to howl to God, or to something that must exist above this thick mire: 'Don't you hear us? Don't you see us?' And then you wonder: must I perhaps be punished because I insist on not becoming like others; for this hubris."
-G. Seferis, April 6, 1947.
There's still much work, work to be done and that's my trouble. I need time, and I agonize over writing what little I write.
