Forgetting life and death — I stay in the middle;
In my bed
While losing myself in thoughts of the past —
I could never cherish the beautiful things
As I wish I had.
I have a fever — my eyes, my mouth,
Have become nothing, but ashes… But I,
I remain still. I’m here,
In bed, forgetting life
Van Gogh — Almond Blossom, 1890.