Author of quotes: Marina Skorokhodova

Fatigue nephrolith moisture obscures the image of the world. I stay away unbidden tears. It's all good. All clear. All orderly.
It's just the minor sounds of the song, pulled the invisible strings of the soul. This strain of everyday work. This uncertainty is pushing on the perception of reality. It's just a heart that can't fool that won't listen to reason, not amenable to the persuasion of consciousness. It's a small brand-new nerves, the shear chest, acutely vivaldiana on the breath of the soul.