How can I miss you
After all of these long falls
We’ve never met yet.
How can I miss you
After all of these long falls
We’ve never met yet.
/Anton Pavlovich Chekhov/
“The dear old days when I could fly!”
“Why can’t you fly now, mother?”
“Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way.”
“Why do they forget the way?”
“Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.”