#lostness

She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost, she had walked into pure chaos, and not a chaos which carried her like the galloping of romantic riders in operas and legends, but which suddenly revealed the stage props: a papier-mâché horse. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#love

Cuando te pierdes en un bosque, a veces tardas un rato en darte cuenta de que te has perdido. Te puedes tirar un buen tiempo intentando convencerte de que te has alejado un poco del camino, pero que lo vas a encontrar de aquí a nada. Entonces cae la noche sin parar, y sigues sin tener ni idea de dónde estás, y ha llegado el momento de admitir que te has apartado atolondradamente del camino, tanto que ya no sabes ni siquiera por dónde sale el sol.” Pasaje de: Gilbert, Elizabeth. “Come, Reza, ama ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

The outsider is not sure who he is. He has found an “I”, but it is not his true “I”.’ His main business is to find his way back to himself. ↗

— Colin Wilson

#lostness #the-outsider #business