Lente currite noctis equi
Borderline, insomniac & traveller. Restless mind. Lover of books.
"Home is where the heart is, I thought now… I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn’t there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I’m heartless, I thought. Therefore I’m homeless."
Margaret Atwood - The Blind Assassin