Restless
(2020)
For I bore about a shattered and bleeding soul, impatient of being borne by me, yet where to repose it, I found not. [...] For whither should my heart flee from my heart? Whither should I flee from myself?
(Confessions, Augustine)
There is not one single living human being who does not despair a little, who does not secretly harbor an unrest, an inner strife, a disharmony, an anxiety about an unknown something or a something he does not even dare to try to know.
(The Sickness Unto Death, Kierkegaard)