Date: w. 1821, 1840

"It is as it were the interpretation of a diviner nature through our own; but its footsteps are like those of a wind over the sea, which the coming calm erases, and whose traces remain only as on the wrinkled sand which paves it."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: February 21, 2019

"Gradually it had become the place where we sounded like each other, through some erosion of wind or water on a self not nearly as firm as stone."

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: November 14, 2019

"If you're just well enough to drag yourself to your place of employment (your thoughts still a sound cloud of distress, but the volume on low), or if your depression takes the form more of an itchy sweater than a leaden dentist's apron (which is to say, anxiety), you are forever and always perfo...

— Senior, Jennifer