| heartache |
| "... Again he is alone and once more silence envelopes him. The grief which has been allayed for a brief space comes back again and wreches his heart more cruelly than ever. There is a look of anxiety and torment in Iona's eyes as they wander restlessly over the crowds moving to and fro on both sides of the street. Isn't there someone among these thousands who will listen to him? But the crowds hurry past, heedless of him and his grief. His grief is immense, boundless. If his heart were to burst and his grief to pour out, it seems that it would flood the whole world, and yet no one sees it. It has found a place for itself in such an insignificant shell that no one can see it in broad daylight..." from "Heartache" by Anton Chekov |
| view from inside the attic of athens state hospital |