Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams. ~ Fyodor Dostoyvsky

Photo by Peter Lindbergh

‘Perhaps I’m being unfair to you,’ he said, still not sounding like himself. ‘My feeling must be of the species they call passion… One thing I know for sure: without you it’s the end of me, and with you it’s also the end. It makes no difference where you are: far or near, you’re always present’…
Fyodor Dostoyvsky