"It is the beginning of summer yet I’m still irrevocably in love with a winter state of mind. I seem..."

“It is the beginning of summer yet I’m still irrevocably in love with a winter state of mind. I seem to never quite leave it behind me, nor do I want to leave it behind me.”

- Anton Chekhov, from a diary entry written c. June 1888 in “Diaries,”
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