The melancholy comes over me, the dismal misery of not knowing where I am, or perhaps losing any sense of who I am, as if the mist is bringing about an evaporation of identity, all the certainties of the self leaching away into the cloud.
Related Keywords: Self Losing I Am Identity Not Knowing Knowing Cloud
Related Authors: William Shakespeare Dr. Seuss Oscar Wilde Friedrich Nietzsche C. S. Lewis Edgar Allan Poe Henry David Thoreau
