where have you buried

“And so I ask myself: ‘Where are your dreams?’

And I shake my head and mutter: ‘How the years go by!’

And I ask myself again: ‘What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived?

Look,’ I say to myself, ‘how cold it is becoming all over the world!’

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

journey round my skull scored with this one
which led to a gentle read: here
and then a trip to here
(ah, i love dostoevsky.)