The last few days have been a sensory overload. In a mostly good way. The excesses were many - too much beauty, food, melancholy, art, aches and pains, sleeplessness, satisfaction, gratitude and as always, enough confusion to make me feel like myself :-/.
|Slumbering Woman by Johann Baptist Reiter|
|Cardinal and Nun by Egon Schiele|
If love should mean rapture, then I have either been in love hundreds of times or never once.