Yes, Autumn was my season. It was when I felt what was beyond the power to express. Part of that feeling was a minor-key fugue of deep, delicious melancholy, that filled me and swept me into myself and the billowing swift-moving clouds at once. With every bright leaf I saw drift away in death, borne by a breeze or a gust, the feeling grew deeper, and the melancholy became more exquisite than ecstasy: an inspiration, a truth of sadness and joy dancing gently together in a way that almost brought to the eyes the tears, so unknown and so longed for, of happiness and sorrow commingled.
-- “Me and the Devil” by Nick Tosches
Yes, getting old will open you up like this.
-- “Me and the Devil” by Nick Tosches
Yes, getting old will open you up like this.