95 Candles

"I do not think I am easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I am not anything that you think I am..."

I’ve liked boxes since childhood. I kept my wretched treasures in them, scraps, bits of glass. Then letters, family keepsakes. But now there’s nothing good enough. Can you fit love into a box? Even the final box can’t hold a person.

—Anna Kamienska, A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook

(Source: intellectual-poaching)