Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. Diaries 1933-1940 (№ 321192)

Grabbed me the Blues today that the hole in my soul, cracked something in it, and there, in the crack, drip my time. Trying for something to grab, for others, nothing work apart and nothing can seal my slit. And so it hurts me that life is invisible, and I don't know where to stretch my hand to anything previsits to the bandwagon to the buffer or to the trunk.